#i need that shit to pop up immediately in the middle of screen

[hippiichi]

first ever procreate painting!!!

[yeonzzzn]

your eyes only ; hyung line

when you send enha hyung line a “your eyes only” text following up with nudes. warnings: swearing. suggestive content MDNI. sending nudes through text message. degrading names. praising.

𝐻𝐸𝐸𝒮𝐸𝒰𝒩𝒢:

you would totally shoot him with the ‘your eyes only’ text while he’s at work. waiting until the ‘read at xx:xx’ to pop up under your message, knowing he was probably freaking out. and freaking out is EXACTLY what he’s doing. heeseung would whip his head back and forth before running his thumbs as fast as he could across the screen of his phone to text you back. heeseung: yn i’m at work please you: ;) you: [2 photo attachments] heeseung’s pants immediately were tight at the sight before him. one hand squeezing your right breast while two fingers spread the lips of your pussy wide showing off how wet you are. whipping his head back and forth to make sure no one else just so happened to be standing behind him or walking pass and see his phone. using his arm to cover his very obvious hard on. heeseung couldn’t make it to the bathroom and locking the door quick enough. his heart racing faster than his thumbs could text you back, taking a photo of just how hard his cock was through his pants. heeseung: look what you’ve fucking done heeseung: [1 photo attachment] heeseung: i’m ruining that pussy when i get home

𝒥𝒪𝒩𝒢𝒮𝐸𝒪𝒩𝒢:

jay would be in the middle of having boys night with his friends when you hit him with the ‘your eyes only’ text. not even waiting for him to read the first message before following up with the nudes. jay would just be laughing and smiling wide with his friends until his phone dings from your text only to quickly lock his phone the minute your messages are open, eyes wide and ears red and praying to any higher being listening that none of his friends saw the photo. he would excuse himself and walk into the bathroom. he’d reach for the water faucet letting the cool liquid cover his hands before splashing his face, hoping it’ll cool him off. but it obviously didn’t. he couldn’t get the photo out of his head. barely saw it for a second and it was imprinted into memory. the way the lamp that sat behind the standing mirror in your shared bedroom illuminated your figure in the dark room left him dizzy. how the light so perfectly shaped the outline of your ass and back. how beautifully your hair hung over your shoulder and one arm covering your breasts. how you were biting your lip and giving him a wink. “fuck,” he whispered under his breath, palming himself to feel any sort of relief as he finally texts you back. jay: baby oh fuck jay: who do you think you are sending me nudes while i’m with my friends? you’d bite your lip as you reply back to him. you: but seongie, i need you :( you: [1 photo attachment he would fling his head back at the new photo of your thighs pressed tightly together, your slick shining against them from the lamp and palmed himself faster. jay: want to act like a slut? jay: just want until i get home jay: i’ll fuck you like the slut you are, baby girl

𝒥𝒜𝐸𝒴𝒰𝒩:

jake would be busy playing video games for hours on end. seeing on discord that he’s in the server with his friends. obviously you wanted his attention, and what best way to get that than to send a cute little ‘for your eyes only, pup <3’ text and attach a cute little photo of your legs spread wide and fingers knuckles deep in your cunt. the match jake was in ended, and the first thing he did was reach for his phone, remembering seeing you texted him just to drop his phone two seconds after opening your texts. “oh, fuck,” he breathed with a shaky voice. his friend instantly questioning him on his random f bomb usage. jake mutes his mic, not even answering them and picking his phone up from the floor. jake: oh baby jake: holy shit jake: please tell me you’re still touching yourself you: i am, pup <3 jake would be biting down at his plump lips, leaning his head back into his chair, replying back asking for a video of proof, which you so obediently gave him. you: [1 video attachment] you: need your fingers jakey :( jake: i know baby, being such a good girl, keep it up. i’ll be there in twenty

𝒮𝒰𝒩𝒢𝐻𝒪𝒪𝒩:

sunghoon dragged you to some family/friend reunion. both of you bored out of your minds. this event has been going on for hours and sunghoon eventually left your side because some old friends dragged him off to the kitchen and now you sat on the couch with his younger sister and a few of her friends, even more bored than before now that sunghoon wasn’t at your side. then an idea popped into your head, remembering the after shower nudes you took earlier in the bathroom mirror. you smirked as you pull your phone from your pocket. you: your eyes only <3 you: [2 photo attachments] you looked up at your boyfriend in the kitchen, watching as he pulls his phone out of his pocket, stopping mid sentence and locking his phone quickly and darting his eyes off to you. you continued to smirk meanwhile sunghoon was losing his mind at the photos you sent. the first one being the condensation mirror, but your naked body barely being seen but exposed enough. the second one being the exact same but a streak across the mirror, showing off only how perky your breasts were while the rest was covered by the condensation. it made him dizzy and pants grow tighter. sunghoon took a few steps back from his friends just enough for his phone to be away from eye level, and reopening your texts. sunghoon: this is a very dangerous game you’re playing right now princess sunghoon: meet me in the car in ten minutes sunghoon: i’m fucking you against that bathroom counter

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@heeseungsbm @niki-riki-nishimura-riki

[revehae]

!!!!

this but more cnc but also not cnc ??? but like what if experienced reader is so good at playing innocent and she plays into their fantasy of a naive stepsis on purpose. they so easily fall for it and “take advantage of her” fully believing that it’s real but it isn’t

am I making sense ?

the perfect victim type beat IM FEELING IT walk with me walk with me. this might suck because im sleepy but it’s either now or like 16 hours from now // tw dubcon(?), stepcest

stepbro!member who is always, always gooning. you can’t help but hear him beating his meat night after night, moaning and groaning, and the sound always makes you wetter than you care to admit. some nights you even dare touch yourself, always much quieter than he is though, and frustrated because it’s never enough to fulfill your fantasies.

until your laptop decides to take it’s last breath one day in the middle of a very hectic school week and you need something in its place until you can get it repaired. stepbro!member’s laptop is always available, somewhere in his bedroom, and you take it while he’s napping, not bothering to ask. you’re not surprised to open it and immediately be met with a porn browser. he probably had a nut so massive it put him to sleep. but you are curious as to what gets him off, and it does take you by surprise to see something about “Hardcore Non Con” in the browser.

in the comfort of your bedroom, you secretly watch the entire video, starting it over from where he left off. which is surprisingly far. he must’ve been edging the entire time. either way, you watch it for yourself, imagining him doing all the things that happen - cruel, disgusting things that you know you shouldn’t want but can’t help but picture him doing and saying. you get off way too fast, as always when he’s your muse. it’s not until you climax that you think of the unthinkable… how to bait him into fucking you. you would be whatever he wanted you to be if it meant you got what you wanted.

you manage to sneak his laptop back into his room before he woke up, but popping back a few hours later when he was wide awake. “i have a question,” you say, shutting his door behind yourself with your hands behind your back, pretending to be shy. “what’s noncon?”

he is surprised to hear these words come from your mouth, and immediately glances to his laptop that he hadn’t touched since… well, since before his nap. “why are you asking?” he questions, suspicious. you reply back quietly, “i may or may not have taken your laptop…” he is even more taken aback by this, and appears a little frantic. “you did what?” he exclaims. “you didn’t see the tab?” you knew that he would ask that, considering it was glaring you straight in the face upon opening his laptop, and readily lied, “no…? i didn’t click it, the screen opened on a youtube tab.” you continued seemingly obliviously, “is it a workout thing?”

stepbro!member snorts at this, amused by your innocence but immediately noticing the opportunity to take advantage of your ignorance. when he asks if you want him to demonstrate, you reply with a reluctant, “sure…?” trying to hide the way you tense with excitement at what’s to come.

he beckons you over. the shock on your face is only pretend when he presses you into his mattress, trapping you beneath his body weight. you try to move but he’s stronger than you, and being overpowered only serves to make your thighs press together with need. “stay fucking still,” he hisses in a tone darker than you’ve ever heard from him. you play your role too, reaching out to try and stop him when he yanks at your shorts, only for him to lock your arms behind your back. you call out his name, whining, “s-stop it, you can’t do that. we’re siblings.”

“i don’t give a shit. you wanted me to demonstrate, didn’t you?” he snaps, running his fingers over your folds. the sensation makes you gasp and your knees buck against his mattress. “you’re fucking wet. don’t act like you’re not begging for this. stupid slut.”

you shake your head, denying it, even though it’s true. your body tremors with excitement, but he mistakes it as fear and chuckles. “please,” you beg, “let me go. i’m sorry. i won’t take your laptop anymore!”

“no you’re not,” he says, freeing his cock from his pants. it never takes him long to get hard again. you start to salivate the second it presses against your folds. “but you will be, fucking bitch.”

[valeriele3]

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𝒮𝑒𝓁𝒻-𝒜𝓌𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝓃𝓀𝒶𝒾 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝑅𝒶𝒾𝓁

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✎ Sorry for the somewhat rushed ending! ^^;

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Messages.

Idle chats.

You were answering them like normal. Sometimes even giggling on the messages

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You log in, check your messages, answer them if there's one, do daily tasks, and maybe farm, then log out. That was your daily routine in HSR.

However, you begin to notice how much more frequent the chats are. After assigning an assignment, you get a new message. 'Oh well. Free jades," you thought.

Every time you beat an enemy, boss, or do anything in the game, you will notice a new message.

'Maybe it was an update? Or a bug?' You brushed it all off and thought nothing of it.

You would answer all of them wholeheartedly; after all, you also noticed that if the character liked what you said, you'd receive more Stellar Jades.

You'd talk about it with your friends, but they'd respond with "I wish", "Oh shut up~ Don't make me hope", and "Hm? Is your game bugged?? Or is mine bugged? I don't get any of those benefits..So unfair."

You try to check the dev logs to see if there was an update regarding the messaging feature, but whenever you try to look at them, your computer freezes.

'No matter, I can just check using my phone.' No luck; it also freezes.

'Maybe my tablet?' Still the same.

Frustrated, you ask one of your friends to look into it. "There's no update or any fixes on it, Y/N. Maybe you should report it; your game might really be bugged."

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Deciding to report it, you open up Bug Report, but then your screen freezes again.

It then opens up the messages, and you read the following words:

| Hey

| Please don't do it.

| It took such a long time to break the code, you know.

| Hey

| Are you still there?

| Oh

| Right

The messaging bubble pops up.

| You can type now.

"W-What.." You stare at your screen dumbfounded.

Reaching out to your keyboard, hoping it won't work and choices will pop up, you press a random key, and it works

Startled, you immediately plugged out the cables on your computer, causing it to shut down.

You grab your phone and start messaging one of your friends. Before you could hit send, the screen blackened, and then in the next second, it lit up with a notification.

"Hey, we were in the middle of a conversation."

"Why did you suddenly leave?"

Your hand trembles. 'Shit, how..How did it get to my phone too..'

"I know I like reading self-aware au's but I didn't want it to actually be true!" You scream, throwing your phone across the room.

You can hear it dinging with new message after new message.

You decide to leave your room for a bit to calm down.

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"Ok..Be calm..I'm probably dreaming, right?"

"There's no way this kind of thing will actually happen in real life."

"I need to think about this rationally. I could try to get my phone and computer fixed..Maybe I accidentally got a bug."

"Oh, my tablet too..It probably has the same bug.."

"Then, uhm, should I tell them about this? No, maybe..Agh! This is so frustrating..!"

After going back and forth, you decided to sell your gadgets instead of trying to repair them. Buying new ones is much cheaper than trying to get them fixed.

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The first month was alright. You also stopped playing HSR just in case something of the sort would happen again.

However, everything changed when you awoke to your notifications going off like crazy.

【Luka】

| Hey! Y/N, wanna come watch my tournament this week?

【Qingque】

| Y/N

| This is urgent. Come to Exalting Sanctum

| Watch me go against this pro. I'm sure with your attendance I'll easily win.

【Robin】

| Y/N, would you like to come watch my concert?

| Don't worry! I made sure that you'd get the best seat.

【Sunday】

| Y/N. Do me a favor and attend Robin's concert, will you?

| If you don't..

| Well, it'll certainly make her sad. As for me, it's best you don't know.

【Arlan】

| Hello, Y/N

| Would you like to accompany me with walking Peppy?

【Blade】

| Come.

【Bailu】

| Y/N!

| I have made a huge discovery!

| Meet me at Aurum Alley!

【M̵̛̼̘̭͎͓̘̘̽̎̃̊̄͋̈́̑̇i̵̡̨̡͎̖̮͉̺̣͂ͅs̴̰͂̉́̅͒̆̄́̄̋̚͜͠͠͝ͅȟ̵͉̹̖͍͎̱̭̳̰̘̀a̵̧̨͔̣̘̮̻̐̆̌̀͑̊̄̄͌͗̓̌͘̕̚】

| C̷̛͇̬̥̼̲̙̠͓̭̺̱̻̟͖̜̾͑͋͊́̀̕͝ä̷̡̨̨̨̡̤̫͔̼̗̫̪̟̰́̏́̾̄͘͝ͅn̸̡̪̱̻̜̻̺͊̍͒̂͗̀̍͐̔͆̆̎̚̕̕ ̷̛̻̟̀̇͐͋̋̌̂͒́͑̏͝y̴̮͆͒̈͒͑͋͆̒̂̓̕͘̚͝͝o̸̩̫̰̤͌̈͝ͅu̷̻̗͉̥̺͕͉͔̠̯͇̭̖̐͜ ̵͖̲̼̥͑͝ḣ̵̟͓̆͌̄̑̂̈́̓̚͘̕͝͝e̷͖̥̜̅͛̂̒͒̕͜a̶̧̫̹͉͆͑̊͊̊̐̐̂̈̉̾͜͝r̶͎̫͛̑͊͌͐̎ ̴̢̢̛͓͉̮͇̞̬̪͔͓̦̾̓̈́̀͐̀̂̀͒͝ͅm̴̤̙͎̽͋̽̇͛́͑͌̃͑̊e̷̦͚̔́̔̀̒͊͂̔̕̚͝.̵͎͓̪̥͍̍̓͂̾̌̂̌̚̚ͅ.̵̨̟͉͕͈̜͎̻̗͓̯̜̜̩̓̈́̓͊̆̓̑͐̈̐̄̀̕?̵̙̠͚̆͊͊̇͌

【Aventurine】

| Why're you ignoring my calls and texts?

| Is the money not enough for you?

【Pela】

| The Tale of the Winterlands original artbook sold out in 1 second again

| But

| I was fast enough to get you a copy too

| Don't worry. I'm messaging the right person this time

【Natasha】

| Y/N, did your cold get better?

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You stare at your phone, frozen. Even as you were sitting there staring at it, the messages continued to flood nonstop.

It

Was

Nonstop

Even if it's on silent mode and DND, you can still hear it dinging.

At one point, the messages started appearing in all the social apps that you use.

Hell, it even started appearing in your smart fridge

You deleted and deactivated everything. Throwing away any and all sorts of electronics that could potentially be used for apps.

But you could still hear it.

Even the sound of the doorbell ringing, the kettle whistling, or your telephone ringing makes you panic. 'What if that's them?' You always think

Every creak, every shuffle, and every little sound makes you paranoid.

What if they cross over to Earth? What will you do? You can't run from them. Even if you do, they'll be able to find you easily.

[abbys-wifey]

penalty shot

request linked here

pairing: jenna ortega x female reader

warnings: none

a/n: i think i’m also gonna start writing for arcane characters (mostly sevika) , lemme know what u guys want :)

Stress doesn’t even begin to cover the amount of anxiety I feel as I stand under the stadium lights readying myself to kick a penalty goal. My team may be up by one but missing this kick could ruin my chances at moving up the league ladder. Plus it doesn’t help that football fans are never lenient when it comes to penalty goals, miss it and your basically the worst player to ever walk the field.

Taking a deep breathe I glance toward the goalie who stands crouched in the middle of the goal side stepping from side to side ready to dive. With a clench of my jaw and a last glance at my team behind me I manage to calm myself as each member nods their head in encouragement. Finally I begin to run towards the ball, grass kicking up in my wake as I lift my right leg and make contact with the ball.

The stadium is silent, watching as the ball flies through the air looking as if it’s going for top bins. My hopes are quickly squashed however as the goalie manages to get a finger to the ball causing it to fly up and over the goal and straight into first row of the crowd.

An ooh echoes around the stadium as my ball smacks a brown haired woman dead in the middle of her face. Her hands immediately flying up to her nose as she winces in pain. “Shit.” I mumble under my breath seeing the woman on the big screen, my cheeks blushing red as I notice how beautiful she happens to be.

“Dude, you just hit Jenna Ortega in the face.” My teammate Sam whispers, her eyes not leaving the big screen either. “Of course I did. I’ll be right back.” I pat her on the back before heading over towards Jenna who dabs at her nose which runs red blood all down her chin.

“Hey, no you can’t leave the field.” The ref sprints in front of me, an arm extended out before me to prevent me from getting any further. “I just need to see if she’s ok.” I plead gently pushing the refs arm.

“Only time your leaving this field before time is up will be for a red card and if u keep behaving how you are it won’t be far away.” The refs eyes narrow before he picks up his whistle and blows it loudly in my ear.

“Get back on the field.” He seethes, a vein popping on his neck. Holding my hands up in surrender I head back to the field glancing over my shoulder to find Jenna already staring at me. I send her an apologetic smile to which she raises her eyebrows with a tiny smile she tried so hard to hide.

Throughout the rest of the match I can’t help but glance over at the brown haired woman who holds a cloth to her nose yet still cheers loudly. Even with the blood running down her chin and the large cloth covering half her face, her beauty still managed to force the blood to rush to my cheeks.

Finally only two minutes remain with the score now tied. The crowd fades into background noise as I slide across the ground successfully tackling a girl from the opposite team causing her to trip over my foot as it hits the ball from between her legs. Her arms extend as she gasps, glaring at the ref as if trying to force him to give me a yellow card.

Luckily the call never comes allowing me to take the ball that rolls down the field and dribble it towards the goals. Defenders come my way pausing my play as I somehow manage to manoeuvre the ball between their legs until it is just me and the goalie once again.

Kicking hard silence falls over the stadium as my ball flies through the air. Only this time the goalie dives the opposite way allowing the back of the net to catch my ball.

The stadium erupts into cheers and applause, my name echoing across the stadium as the buzzer finally sounds ending the match. I find myself surrounded by my team mates, each one wrapping their arms around me and slapping my back in celebration of our victory but I only have eyes for one person at this time.

“Guys, guys hang on I have to do something. One minute.” I force my way out the group and head towards the crowd once again, only this time no ref stops me as I lean against the barricade where Jenna sits.

“I’m so sorry for hitting you.” I apologise instantly, gently biting my lip as she sticks her tongue out to wet her lips. “You made up for it with that last goal.” She shrugs with a small smile. “Plus it’s not broken so.” Jenna pulls the cloth away from her nose for a second as if to show me her button nose is far from damaged. “Yeah still looks perfect to me.” I flirt holding eye contact with the girl who raises an eyebrow. “That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.” She fakes a pout and I let out a laugh before stepping backwards.

“Well then let me make it up to you.” I pull my jersey over my head leaving me in just a sports bra and shorts. “Got a pen? I can sign it for you too.” I chuckle as Jenna not so subtly eyes my stomach before reaching into her back pocket. “How do you even know I go for your team?” She teases watching me with a grin as I roll my eyes.

“Well the cheering and screaming of my name was a large sign.” I retort leaning my jersey against the barricade so I can write on it.

Signing my name and my number onto the jersey I place it in her hand, ignoring the tingling sensation as her finger graze mine. “Don’t sell it or I’ll have to change my number for the third time.” I playfully threaten. “Ooh I might just have to. Call it revenge.” Jenna chuckles before glancing over my shoulder.

“Looks like people are waiting on you. I’ll text you. Maybe.” She grins. I raise an eyebrow. “I’ll be waiting Miss Ortega. And I promise next time I see you there will be no blood noses involved.” I send her a wink before turning around and heading back to the field.

[melodygatesauthor]

MELODY!!!

hello.

Just poppin in to ask you what are your thots on the moon boys if they were jealous?👀

Ohhhh yess NONNIE YES OK OK OK.

I won't go the Yandere route (though I do have a request sitting in my inbox for Yandere MK and I'm more than excited)

Thots/NSFW below the cut - Got carried away w/ this one.

Ok I'm going to assume that they're jealous of someone else and not each other. - For fun, let's say they saw you drooling over a character on TV.

Steven

Definitely will require lots of reassurance before he feels less jealous.

"You sure seemed to like that character on TV the other day."

Is watching your reaction every single time the character pops up on TV. Feels a lottle upset at how sparkly your eyes get when they're on screen.

When you finally realize how jealous he is you remind him that your reality is so much better than the silly fantasy you imagined with the character.

When it comes time for sex later, Steven's got his whole body flush against yours while he thrusts into you.

"Gonna make you forget all about what's their name, love."

"Think they'd have you whimpering and crying like this?" He's asking with his mouth pressed to your ear.

"Steven, it's just a character on TV I-"

He's covering your mouth, not wanting to hear you say another word about it while he slams his thick cock into you over and over.

"I don't want to hear you talk about them yeah? It's just me now, I'm the one makin' you feel good."

Steven's proud to see his cum trickling out of your cunt and onto the bedsheets as though he's reminded you that no one will ever make you feel the way he does.

Marc

Marc sees the way you look at the character on TV and watches your eyes light up.

Never seen her look at me like that, he thinks. He watches you to see if you keep looking at them like that. You bite your lip, his brow is pulled together tightly.

Marc is changing the channel almost immediately.

"I was watching that." You protest.

"Yeah, I saw." He's saying in a gruff tone, flipping through the channels.

You grab his arm, "are you jealous...of a character on TV?"

He's saying no, but you notice that he's grumpy any time you mention wanting to watch the show again.

Later that night, you're on top of Marc, looking down at his darkened frustrated eyes and slowly lowering yourself over his cock.

"Marc, you feel so good, shit." You're gasping and holding back screams while he bucks his hips upward into you.

"Tell me more, tell me how good I feel baby." Marc is practically begging.

You continue to tell him how good he feels, and how no one else could ever make you feel that way.

He fucks up into you until his cum is squeezing out of you over his cock.

You still never get to watch that show with Marc again.

Jake

Jake's not beating around the bush. The first time you start swooning over another man, fictional or otherwise, he's got the remote and the TV is off.

"Jake, I was watching that."

"I saw what you were watching, bebita." A sly smirk crosses his lips.

"Jake I-" You start protesting but he's grabbing your jaw, middle and forefinger pushing past your lips and resting on your tongue.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

He has you naked, on your knees in front of him with his legs spread wide within seconds.

He's taking a long draw from his cigarette and blowing it in your face.

Jake's asking you, "what is it about that pendejo that has mi bebita so worked up...huh?"

You're shaking your head, "Jake it's just a character from-"

He doesn't care, and after several leather gloved spankings later, you're on the couch, back pressed against his chest, cock sheathed deep within your cunt, and his face pressed against your jaw.

"You want me to start moving, cariño?" You're begging for friction, for him to fuck you. You're begging so much you're in tears.

His fingers have been resting on your clit unmoving for nearly ten minutes, and you've been cock-warming him for the same length of time, just feeling it gently pulsating inside of you.

"Jake, please, I'm sorry I won't look at them again, I need you to-"

And oh he does, until you can hardly remember your own name, let alone some character on TV.

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You Broke Me First

Part 14.

Zoe woke up, but didn't open her eyes at first.

She was in pain.

She couldn't decide what hurt more; her body, her throat or her head. Her muscles ached like she ran a marathon; her throat hurt as if she was scream-singing all night; and her head...well, that's due to tequilia.

She didn't remember much, only bits and pieces. She remembered dancing around her apartment with Dana. Then she remembered dancing down the street with Dana. Then she remembers being in a bar. Then she remembers... Joseph?

Shit. where WAS Dana? I hope she's on the couch, Zoe thought, as she pulled the covers closer to her.

Her heart stopped.

This didn't feel like her comforter. The pillowcase her head rested on felt softer than usual. She slowly opened her eyes.

Shit. not again, Zoe thought.

She took in her surroundings. A rather big bedroom with grey walls, and big windows covered by heavy curtains. The bed she was in was a big king sized bed, with a grey comforter and white soft sheets. Her head was on fluffy yet firm pillows, covered in what felt like silk pillowcases. A huge flat screen TV was on the wall opposite the bed, next to a door that was ajar. It looked like an ensuite bathroom, with a gorgeous claw foot tub. Before she could investigate any further, a 2nd door she didn't yet notice opened.

"Hey, you're up" Cillian said, softly. "Good morning"

"Oh.. hi" Zoe mumbled. She attempted to sit up but her head started spinning again and she immediately went back down. "What time is it?" Zoe managed to spit out. She wanted to go home, she had to get home.

"It's a little past 8:30" Cillian said, approaching the bed. "I brought you some water... and tylenol. I have some gatorade in the garage too i'll grab for you, I wanted to drop this off first" Cillian said, approaching the beside table closer to her and setting down the water and medicine. "I plugged your phone in too, it was dead when I plugged it in so you just gotta turn it back on. I'm sure Dana is wondering if you're okay"

"How do you know Dana?" Zoe said carefully. Cillian looked at her, and she could tell he was trying to not smirk at her.

"You don't remember much of last night, do you?" He said, sitting down on the bed next to her. "You face timed me in the middle of the night and I picked you up. We dropped Dana off and I brought you back here"

Zoe cinched her brows, trying to think. She does faintly remember standing in his kitchen. "Was I mean.... did I say anything... stupid?" she asked.

Cillian softly smiled and looked down at his hands. He looked back up at her and squeezed her leg through the comforter. "Nothing I didn't deserve or need to hear."

"I don't know what that means, but i'll figure it out later. I'm sorry. I gotta go" Zoe said, attempting to get up.

"Careful" Cillian said, standing up quickly when she tried to swing her legs over the bed. Zoe immediately stopped, the pain was too bad. She fell back onto the bed in defeat. "I can't drink like this anymore. I'll never do this again" She wined.

"You don't have to be in a rush to get out of here you know. I know you feel like shit. Trust me, I've been there. Take your time. Stay as long as you need. But seriously, take the water and Tylenol" Cillian said, handing her the bottle and pill. She unscrewed the cap and popped the pill in her mouth, taking a swig of the cool water. "thank you" Zoe said, swallowing. " But I don't want to be in your way. Just give me a couple minutes and i'll be out of your hair"

Cillian cracked a smile. "Seriously, you're not in my hair. My one meeting I had got cancelled today, so I had plans of hanging in here and watching TV, which is perfect given the weather outside" He said, nudging his head towards the window.

Zoe peered through the tiny crack of the curtains. It was gray out. "It's raining" Cillian said, "not supposed to stop till tomorrow morning. Town is already freaking out about flooding" he laughed.

Ugh. the perfect hangover day. Rainy day, sweatpants, movies, if she was home she'd make pasta for dinner and cook the sauce all day, making the house smell delicious.

But she wasn't home. She was at Cillian's.

"fuck. I'm sorry" Zoe said again, she wasn't sure what else to say.

"Zoe, seriously. It's okay. Do you want some space? or do you care if i'm in here too? No worries if you want space. There's other rooms in this house, it's no problem" He said.

"Cill, it's YOUR house, why are you asking me if it's okay to be in YOUR bedroom?" Zoe said.

Cillian smiled. "I just want you to be comfortable. It's probably gonna be a rough morning for you" Cillian said, implying her hangover.

"Ugh. I'm not looking forward to it" Zoe said, finally sitting up fully. "I have to pee." She said out loud, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She looked down - "what am I wearing?"

She was in a very baggy T shirt and a pair of sleep shorts. None of which was hers.

Cillian suddenly got nervous and looked down at his feet. "Oh uh.. listen. I hope it's okay. After you were done uh... puking, I took you up here and put you in the bed, and I went to leave and you sat up and was pulling on your shirt, complaining it was too tight. I just wanted you to be comfortable. I swear I didn't do anything. But I took your shirt and jeans off, and gave you a T Shirt and a pair of my shorts - again I swear I didn't touch you or try to do anything. Your bra and underwear are still on, obviously, but I just did it because you seemed uncomfortable and -"

"Cill" Zoe said, interrupting his rant. "It's okay. I don't think you'd be like that. Thank you" She said, calming him down. She never saw him so nervous. And, to be fair, Zoe knew how she was when she was drunk and irritable. She did make a mental note yesterday to change the shirt she put on yesterday, even before all the tequila. The dryer must of shrunk it. So drunk Zoe wasn't wrong to think the shirt was too tight, because it was.

Cillian exhaled, releasing a breath that he felt like he was holding all night. The truth was, he was extremely nervous how she would react to him changing her. He did it with the best intentions - have YOU ever slept in skinny jeans??? Cillian has passed out in jeans before, and they weren't comfy to wake up in. And the jeans he wore were no where near tight as Zoe's was.

"Well, if you want, you can take a bath. That always helps me feel better. There's new towels in there, and I have Epsom salts too you can use. I highly suggest it." Cillian said, opening the door wider and pulling out everything he mentioned and placing it on the counter.

Zoe pondered her options. On one hand, she had that uncomfortable feeling of knowing she wasn't home, this wasn't her bed, her clothes, her bathroom, her anything, and right now she just yearned to be at home in her comfort zone. On the other hand, she was in what felt like the comfiest, coziest bed she's ever been in, and the bath tub looked tempting.

Cillian smiled at her again, he could tell she was having an internal battle about it.

"Zoe," Cillian said, "Look at me"

Zoe looked away from staring into the bathroom and made eye contact with Cillian.

"Do you trust me?"

Zoe chucked. "I mean, I guess, this is the 2nd time I'm waking up with you with no recollection of how I got here, I guess I trust you a little bit"

Cillian smiled. "Trust me on this. Take the bath"

Twenty minutes later, Zoe was soaking in the tub, and she felt like she was in heaven.

Her head was still pounding, but the tylenol was helping. She knew it would be worse if she didn't take it. The warm water soothed her muscles, and she had folded a towel to put under her head as she leaned against the edge of the tub. Her eyes were closed and she was trying to take in every minute of this, because she knew this wouldn't happen again. She would never be able to afford this type of luxury before - not that she can't take a bath at her apartment, but her apartment bath was stingy; dirty grout that didn't clean no matter how hard she scrubbed, smaller tub so she felt cramped, and she couldn't afford these salts he had. The bathroom glistened; almost too clean. Did he ever use this bathroom? Everything was so pristine and white, and everything was perfectly in it's place. The bathroom window overlooked Cillian's back yard; she could now see how stormy it was outside, and how miserable it would of been to go out in weather like this when she first woke up.

Her daydreams were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Hey, uh, Zoe?" Cillian in, cracking the door but looking away, respecting her privacy.

Zoe held back a giggle. She appreciated it, but thought it was silly. He's seen her fully naked before, and he undressed her the night before. "Hey" She replied.

"Can I, uh..." He stumbled over his words, still looking at the floor.

Zoe rolled her eyes. "You can come in, Cill" she said, but still scooting down so just her head was above the water. There weren't bubbles, but Cillian was far enough he wouldn't be able to see anything in the water.

Cillian stepped in, still looking everywhere besides her. " I uh, just wanted to drop off some new shorts and a T shirt, i'll leave it over here by the sink" He mumbled, placing the clothes down. Zoe didn't even think of that; I guess worst case she could put the shorts and shirt she slept in on from the night before, but something about being fresh out of a bath and fresh clean clothes just goes hand in hand.

"Thank you" Zoe smiled. "Good timing. I'm almost done. If I don't get out now i'll stay in here forever" She laughed.

Cillian smiled. "It's good to see someone else use the tub for a change."

He shuffled out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Zoe drained the tub, standing up and wrapping a fluffy white towel around her. She walked over to the shorts and shirt, pulling soft shirt over her head first. She then hesistated.

underwear. shit.

The thought of putting on underwear she wore all night back on after she just took a bath gave her the ick.

Well, I'm obviously going to wash these once I get home before I give them back to him, She mentally told herself, before deciding to forego underwear and go commando under the shorts.

She opened the bathroom door and peered out into the bedroom.

Cillian was laying on the bed, over the covers, propped up against the headboard. It looks like he changed as well, now wearing a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt. His hands were folded on his stomach and his eyes were closed, face illuminated by the TV across from the bed.

Zoe smiled. She stepped out and a squeaky floorboard made Cillian's eyes open. "Hey" He rasped out, sitting up. "How are you feeling? feel any better?"

"You were right" Zoe said "The bath does help... head is still pounding and i'm exhausted; but my body feels better. I actually feel like I can fall asleep standing up I'm so relaxed" she laughed.

"So come take a nap" He nudged his head towards her side of the bed.

"Oh, no Cill" Zoe said, shaking her head " I couldn't. I already overstayed my welcome and lord knows what you had to deal with last night -"

"Zoe" Cillian said, interrupting her. "Stop. It's fine. If you want to leave later you can. Ill drive you home myself. But honestly, I'm kind of tired too so i was hoping to squeeze in a nap too"

Zoe laughed. "Did I keep you up last night?"

"Kind of. You woke me up and I went to go get you, then when I got you to bed I was nervous if you were okay or not that I kept waking up to check on you" He said, prompting a yawn.

Zoe put her face in her hand. "Cill, I'm sorry"

Cillian laughed. "It's fine. I deserve it. And it's the least I could do"

Zoe made he way over to the bed, and sat down on her side. It's like the soft sheets were calling to her. She slowly pushed back the covers with her feet and pulled them up over her. They were so soft, warm and inviting; her head hit the pillow, cool and soft.

"Are you cool if I....." Cillian said, trailing off and pointing at the covers, asking if she was okay with him getting under. "It's fine if you're not. I rather ask now before you fall asleep. I don't want to wake you"

"You're fine" she said, settling down into the blankets and pillows. It's gonna be hard to get out of this bed, she thought. She turned her eyes to the TV. "What are you watching?"

"Hereditary" Cillian said. "Just started. I've seen it a million times though, so I put it on when I want background noise for something."

"This is... quite the comfort movie you got there" She said, giggling. Everyone knows Hereditary isn't exactly a "feel good" movie.

Cillian laughed. "I know. But I can't help it. I like it. You can't help what you like" He said, making eye contact with her and quickly breaking it.

"Cillian... I want to apologize" Zoe said softly, turning her body to face him.

"For what?"

"For everything. It's slowly coning back to me how I wasn't exactly nice to you in your kitchen last night. And yet after everything I said you still took care of me when I was a drunk sloppy mess. I'm so embarrassed and don't deserve the grace you gave me"

"Stop" Cillian said. "I told you. It's nothing I didn't need or deserve to hear. I should be apologizing to you. I'm making this entire arrangement a nightmare for you...again. If it's not me snapping at you it's me giving you mixed signals."

"It's okay-"

'Zoe, stop" Cillian said, finally turning his head and looking down at her from his position, still sitting up and leaning against the headboard. "It's not okay. it's not. And I'm trying my best to show you that the version you're getting of me isn't my best me. It's not fair to you. Everything you said to me last night was right. I'm being the biggest asshole ever. I don't even know if what i'm saying to you right now is worth anything, because I know we've had this conversation before and I still acted like an asshole last night at your apartment. I'm sorry"

"It's okay." Is all Zoe could think of to say.

"I'm sorry." He said again, barely above a whisper.

"I believe you. Thank you. It's okay" Zoe whispered back.

"I meant every word I said last night, by the way." He whispered back. "I don't regret kissing you. and I've grown to care about you, wether you believe me or not. I wouldn't have let you sleep in my bed and all that if I didn't."

Zoe sighed. She knew he was sorry. But to be honest, her head was still killing her and her eyes were getting heavy. Cillian noticed and smiled. "get some rest." He said, grabbing the remote and lowering the volume so she could sleep a bit.

"Are you gonna be here when I wake up?" She asked. "You know, just incase I have plans on waking up and sneaking out of the house, fleeing the country and changing my name because I'm still so embarrassed about last night"

Cillian smiled softly. "Yea, i'll be here"

Zoe softly smiled. She felt herself close her eyes, but not without scooting closer to him. It was a daring move, but Zoe reached her arm over his stomach, nuzzling into his side. She could feel him tense up, and right before she pulled back, figuring he wasn't comfortable with this, she felt him wrap his arm around her, hand settling on her shoulder, beginning to softly rub small circles. She felt herself smile and closed her eyes, relaxing him to him. She could faintly hear Cillian repeat himself.

"I'll be here."

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Pinky Promise

Summary: You get a job offer, but you wished you had never taken it, especially after finding out that you were now a main target of a child trafficking ring.

(Find what I'm currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, child trafficking, tranquillisers, description of killing, guns, language, theft, blood, violence, description of an anxiety attack.

Word Count: 3574 (Find all chapters HERE)

“Have you gotten anything from it yet dad?” You walk up behind your dad, he was sitting in a comfortable chair, leaning over his tablet which was connected to the phone.

“Nothing good yet. Just some shopping lists and a few risky texts but nothing that proves he’s a child trafficker or drug dealer.” He groans as he leans back and removes his glasses to rub his eyes and uses his index and middle finger to massage his temples. You could see the black circles under his eyes and his breath smelt of coffee as he sighed.

“Well, do you need anything? Maybe you should try to rest while I take a look at it.” You suggest, standing behind him and placing your hands on his shoulders as you gently begin to massage his shoulders. He was an ass, but he’s your dad.

“I’ll be fine.”

“Dad. K’mon. Sleep, I wasn’t asking.” You demand, helping him out of his chair and onto the couch, leaving him briefly to collect a blanket and a soft pillow. “I’ll wake you up if I find anything. Okay? I love you, get some sleep.” You say before helping him lie down and kissing his forehead.

He just hasn’t been the same since the snap…

You pick up his tablet and begin to go through the phone, at least what you were able to see. So which apps are locked? You wonder, first tapping the messenger icon, which refused to open. The gallery opened with no problem, but there were hundreds of photos in the ‘my eyes only’ folder, also locked. What would your pin be? You go through everything else. From first glance everything looks normal. Some games on his phone like angry birds and tetris and then some other normal apps like the ones that track your fitness. His search history wasn’t any different. A few questions that everybody has, like ‘how to tie a tie’ which you couldn’t help but snort a little when you remember he was wearing a velcro bow tie last night. Or ‘how many weeks are in a year.’ But one specific one caught your eye. It read ‘Daughter of Anthony Stark.’

Now for any normal person, this would be normal. Just a casual person looking up what Tony Stark's daughter looks like. But this wasn’t a normal person, this was a man who was selling, growing, and doing drugs, and then on top of that he was trafficking innocent children. So him looking you up, obviously worried you. That was his most recent search as well, which you knew was after the masquerade since how to tie a tie was before it.

He looked me up after the ball had ended.

That’s when a message popped onto the screen, and you tapped it, from ‘Arnold.’ But a passcode pop up immediately appeared, asking for the four digit pin. Shit. You curse under your breath and rest your chin on your hand, thinking of what this man could possibly have as his pin, but you couldn’t think of anything, until the most brilliant idea came to your head.

Tapping the ‘x’ on the pop up, you made the notification banner visible. Swiping away all notifications except for the message, you screenshot it and crop it in the gallery. You could see it was an image, but you weren't sure of what, so you zoomed in. Your heart stopped as another message popped up.

Arnold: Isn’t she a beauty? I have an idea to pick her up if you’re in.

What the fuck? You freak out slightly. You dad had been asleep for maybe two hours since you came into the room so you didn’t feel as guilty when you stood up to wake him, your pant leg getting caught on the table, causing you to trip and knock over everything that was on his table, luckily nothing important as you yell “DAD!” on the way down to the floor, falling on your side.

“Shit! Are you okay?” He’s frantic as he’s immediately on your side and you start rambling.

“I was going through the phone. I didn’t expect to find anything but as soon as I was about to give up and put the phone away some guy named Arnold texted the phone and I zoomed in and there was a picture of me and then another text sent something about him wanting me and-”

“Okay hun. Calm down.” Your dad told you, gently putting his hand over your mouth. “So let me get this straight. You think the man we’ve been hunting down, aka the owner of that phone, is out to get you?”

“No, Arnold is.”

“Arnold?” You nod, standing up, a little wobbly from the fall and you pick up the tablet that was still connected to the phone which you show your dad. “Shit.” He curses, taking the tablet and reading over the message until he believes it. “Those assholes put a fucking target on you…” He says with no raw emotion. “And they’ve had it on you for much longer than I was hoping.” What…

“What do you mean? Do you know the pin to his… everything by the way? I wanted to see the other messages and the photos he has in-”

“It’s 2667.” He tells you, handing you the tablet back as he sits on his couch and holds his head in his hands.

You feel your breathing become more heavy and your heart drop to your ass as you stare at the pictures in his gallery. Hundreds of pictures of so many different young women and little girls. Each of them either horribly mutilated or tied up and on the waiting list to be murdered or sold. But that wasn’t even the biggest worry. Apart from the pictures of you at the ball, Barnes’ arm hooked through yours in most pictures while you were turned away, the messages were the most horrifying…

Finn: So we're going after Y/N Stark? She’d be worth every penny to just keep.

Marc: I bet I could make her behave.

Nicco: So are we sharing her? I hope she doesn’t mind being cut, not that I care.

Henry: Just fuck her in the forest next to the damn cabin then throw her body in the lake, whats Stark gonna do?

Then chills run down your bones. Another message, longer than the rest and from the owner of the phone.

Vincent: Who gives a fuck what we do to her. I have the cameras set up in her room at the Stark tower, all we have to do is wait for her to leave alone, and we’ll pick her up when we can. Now stop blowing up the fucking group chat before I blow up you fucking heads, I’m busy watching our little Damsel shower.

“You knew about this?!” You yell towards your father, a sick feeling creeping up your throat as your entire body turns stiff and you feel your heart panicking. “You knew they were watching me and you said NOTHING?” You begin to cry, you hands shaking as you speak.

“Now Y/N, I was trying to protect you.”

“Protect me? These messages were from fourteen hours ago, this asshole has been watching me through cameras and you didn’t do anything?”

“Cameras…?” He whispers.

“Yea…”

“What the fuck… Stay here.” He tells you before taking the tablet from your hands and leaving you alone in his workshop.

You feel your heart rate pick up, and your entire body begins to tremble. You feel your breathing shorten and your chest begins to tighten as you begin to feel nauseous. You felt as if your heart might just burst and you’d fall to the ground lifeless with blood pouring from your eyes. Then your vision began to blur, but you could hear someone calling your name, and you felt around for the couch, dropping yourself on it, nearly crawling to get comfortable as you gripped onto your chest.

“Calm down…” You hear, and you begin to whine and cry. You felt as if you were being choked. “Hey little Stark k’mon, we can’t have you dying.” You feel a hand against your chest, and you feel someone breathing on your neck, you quickly try to match their pace.

With your head in your hands, you focus on the other person's breathing.

In, and out.

In, and out.

In, and out.

In, and out…

In…

And out.

“In, and out…” Your vision clears finally, and you open your eyes. On both sides of you are two different people. On your left is Steve Rogers, “Hey little Stark k’mon, we can’t have you dying.” and on your right is Peter Parker, with his hand on the centre of your chest, helping you breathe “Calm down… In, and out.” You repeat their words in your head, and then lean back on the couch, looking up to find James Barnes standing in front of you with his arms crossed.

“Are you alright there?” He asks you. You’ve never heard his voice so soft and calm as he kneels down in front of you, gently grabbing your hands. “You’re red…” He tells you, gently bringing his flesh hand up to feel your cheek. “And hot.” You giggle, but a tear runs down your face.

“I found three cameras.” Your father announces as he enters the room. “One was in her restroom, one was in her closet on the mirror, and the last one was on her ceiling light. So the good news is I found them.”

“Why is that the good news?” Rogers speaks up.

“Well, the bad news is they're dusty. Which means they’ve been here for a while.” You inwardly sigh, not wanting to panic again. You may have received the smarts from your dad, but that doesn’t mean it has to come with the attacks. You did NOT ask for the package deal.

“So they’ve had me as a target for over a month??” You ask, and Barnes follows.

“So we kill them.”

Stark- “No, we don’t just kill them.”

Peter- “Right, right cause avengers don’t kill, we’re gonna find them and kick their… butts.”

Rogers- “There will be no ass kicking, we don’t even know where they are.”

Stark- “That's correct. But for once I do agree with the angry robot.”

Y/N- “He’s not an angry robot, stop calling him that dad…”

Barnes- “As long as I’m right he can call me what he wants.”

Rogers- “You know what. No.” He puts his hands up, taking away the show. “We’re not going to kill anyone. We can kick some ass when we find them, but we aren’t killing ANYONE.” He emphasises the word ‘anyone,’ and looks directly at Barnes, then your dad. “Just because she’s your daughter doesn’t mean you have to care for her more than any random citizen. Y/N knows how to fight.” He explains. “What normal citizens do you know that can assemble an entire MK 13 with their eyes closed and get a headshot on a criminal while falling off a building?” He asks, knowing damn well no normal ass citizen could just casually do that. But you laugh a little and lean over, resting one hand on his back as you whisper to him.

“I get you’re trying to support me, but both of those scenarios included me killing somebody.” The entire room breaks out in laughter. “Also, just wanna point out, if they try to take me, I will kill them Rogers, there’s no holding back.” You tell him with a straight face before standing up, almost losing your balance but catching yourself on Barnes’ arm.

As you’re leaving the workshop, you hear your fathers voice say Barnes’ name, but you don’t bother to stay long enough to listen.

Now constantly paranoid, you start to use your friends' bathrooms instead. Everytime you would take a shower, you would ask Wanda or Nat if you could use their shower, and some nights you wouldn’t even be able to sleep in your own bed. Switching between your dads bedroom and occasionally Steve Rogers bedroom, you very rarely would actually sleep alone anymore.

One time you even thought you found another camera, and even after finding out it was just a small speaker, you were still paranoid that entire week.

So now you were at the park. Sitting on a bench and reading a book, little scenarios from every page were flashing in your head as you imagined every scene. Some ducks were quacking in the lake that was in front of you and occasionally someone would pass by. But nothing ever really drew your eyes from your book until you got a notification on your phone, a text.

Fury: Stark, got another job for you, I’m sending you the mission slip, sign it and get back to me.

You: Okay.

You open your email and look at the attachment that Fury had sent to you. The mission slip was another search and rescue mission, the only missions you ever had were the ones that included you breaking into places and saving as many people as you could, and this specific mission would be you breaking into a warehouse, most likely full of horrible people, and then saving as many children as you could find.

You arrived at the location. Fully dressed in your tactical gear at the warehouse which was located in the middle of the woods away from everyone.

You stay quiet, taking light steps as you approach the warehouse, keeping your eyes peeled for any entrance or anyone who might cause a problem. When you see no one, you continue forward, pulling your mask and hood over your head to hide your face as you creep forward, your eyes landing on a cracked window, but under it were two men, both holding a gun and both were covered in their own gear, but their gear wasn’t nearly as complicated as your.

Looking around where they were standing, you tried to find an area where you could sneak around them, then your feet move slowly as you’re crouched over, nearly crawling to get around to some boxes and cars that were parked to the side, drawing out a razor wire and unlocking your hidden blade. I should just become an assassin, I sure as hell feel like one. You think, pressing your back against one of the large boxes and peaking the corner just as one of the men spit onto the ground, so when neither of them are paying attention, you move again, staying against the wall to keep yourself out of their sight. As soon as you get close enough, directly behind the first guy, you reach over, using your blade to cut one guys achilles tendon and you know it's ruined when he falls over in pain, blood gushing from his foot, then you quickly stand behind the other man before he can process the situation and you use the razor wire, slinging it against his cheek before kicking the back of his knee so he falls to the ground, the side of his head slamming against the corner of one of the boxes. When he’s down, you stand over the man still holding onto his heel, pressing the bottom of your boot to the side of his head, prompting him to shut up, then you press a button on your wrist band, causing sharp spikes to come out of the bottom of your shoe and stab straight into the man's head, immediately killing him, moving off of him when you know the spikes have retracted.

“You bitch…” The other man groans, standing up with blood dripping down his face. “I’ll fucking kill you-!” He croaks, his hand shooting up to hold his neck as the blood from the razor wire slowly drips down onto the dirt below you, then soon after he falls to the ground with a thud. You reach down, checking the pulse of both men to be sure they wouldn’t get back up before ripping a lanyard off one of their necks and finally entering the warehouse.

“That was easy.” You mutter before scanning the car and walking in, letting the solid metal door close softly behind you.

The walls were all white, and there wasn’t a person anywhere to be seen. You assumed something was going on, whether it be a meeting or all the more ‘important’ people were out doing something. You hear a voice, and you quickly hide behind a wall, listening as footsteps reside behind you along with the voices of two men, talking something about a ‘ritual.’ Once their voices are gone, you leave your corner and continue your walk. Obviously you don’t know your way around the place, you’d never been there before and unfortunately the team didn’t get the opportunity to scout the area or construct a map, so it was all on you.

Walking cluelessly through the halls, occasionally coming across a door that you could peek through, you soon realised there was a stench that you couldn’t wrap your head around. You felt like it was familiar but it was bad you wasted no time in activating the filters of your mask, which didn't get rid of the scent, but it at least kept your growing headache at bay. Every few minutes you would come across two men walking and talking with their guns in their hands, but after some time they stopped showing up, leaving you to wonder the halls with no clear direction.

“Hey.” You suddenly heard, causing you to stiffen. The quiet whisper came from an open door, only slightly cracked, so without entering, you peek through. “Hey, can you help me?” The voice asks, and as you put your hand on the door handle to gently open it, she speaks again. “Don’t open the door, there’s an alarm.” She tells you, and you remove your hand from the handle. “Across the hall is a closet, thats where they keep the key to deactivate the alarm and also the keys to my cage, can you help me please? I’m freezing.” She told you, but it sounded so robotic.

You give in anyways, getting sidetracked and moving to the closet across from the room. Opening the door and turning the light on reveals a small room full of cleaning supplies like mops and paper towels, hanging next to the door was a ring of keys, which you took off the wall. Just as you were about to try the keys, the door slams and the lock clicks. Shit. You panic, darting towards the door and going to open it but there isn’t even a door knob on your side, causing your panic to bubble more. The ceiling was solid, you wouldn’t be able to lift a styrofoam ceiling like the rest of the building and there was no vents big enough for you to climb through. Looking again back at the door you see a little girls face. Shes smiling. Why is she smiling? You wonder, then a hand rests on her shoulder and gently moves her away, allowing a larger man to come into frame with a wicked smile on his face. Suddenly the room feels thicker, like you’re breathing in thick water, looking around the room you can faintly see the light reflecting on a gas which was quickly seeping out of the small vents and filling the room, only causing you to panic more which you try to control but your lungs won’t let you. Basically hitting your wrist, you try to activate the filters on your mask again but it doesn’t work, the light on the band isn’t even on so you try to activate the tracker on your necklace which also fails. The signal interrupted by the thickness of the walls.

Then suddenly you feel fuzzy. Your head felt like your brain was rocking back and forth in your head as your eyes began to feel droopy and your sense of hearing leaves you completely as you drop to your hands and knees, no longer able to keep yourself standing, blood seeping from your throat as you cough up more onto the tile floor, soon dropping after, then everything goes black.

Occasionally you hear something, like the sound of the closet door opening, but you’re too dazed to move, even your lips felt paralyzed. In your pocket you feel your phone vibrating with a call, then you feel it slide out of your pocket. “Buck? Who the hell is Buck?” You hear a voice say faintly. Bucky is calling me…? The tracker must've been activated when they opened the door. You try again to move, and you manage, you’re happy until you realise you’re moving against your will, being brought to your feet with rough hands wrapped around your upper arms. You open your eyes for only a moment, just enough to see something in another man's hand, which he had brought to your neck, in the next moment you felt cold, and then everything dropped. You had wished you were dead as your head filled with darkness and nothing made sense anymore. Where did I mess up? You wondered. The girl needed help… Did she lie to me? Why would she lie to me, I was going to save her life… Why would she do this to me…?

[spidermasc]

Im not rhiannon anon but i was thinking like reader working with rhiannon and having a huuge crush on her cuz duh. Reader going to an afterwork thing with all the coworkers and rhiannon kills someone that night and you spot her outside the bar or whatever and she has blood on her shirt and youre worried but she shrugs it off. Finding out next week that a murder took place and you put two and two together pretty quickly. Rhiannon showing up at your place middle of the night demanding to know why you havent revealed what you know to the police but youre just so down bad 😔 her lowkey having meant to kill you but then being like i guess this guy is harmless ig. I wanna be the himbo sidekick to her serial murdering girl freak

it's silly because you stare longingly at her all the time but she never notices it. you're too nervous to go up to her and chit-chat except when you need her to make copies of something the boss wants and you've even brought up how hard she's been working for that raise but it's like he doesn't even know she exists which makes you pissed off. she's just another means to make money for all he cares. doesn't even bother to learn her name and you're surprised he even knows yours.

gazing up at her like a fool in love while she's up there singing karaoke 😭 doing her little boogie and snapping along to the beat like she doesn't already have 2 new people added to her murder list from this night :)

"hey, rhian- shit, are you okay?" your eyes widen as you see the amount of blood stained on her white shirt and grey cardigan. "is that blood? is that your blood?!" you go to put your hands on her shoulders but she shrugs you off. she crosses her arms around her chest and gives you a quick tight-lipped smile before rushing past you and over to her car. she slams the car door so loudly it almost roars like a clap of thunder in this harsh rain.

okay soooo i lowkey dreamt about this and in my little gay dream, you and rhiannon were talking about this new article your boss wants to be published, and a breaking news title flashes across the TV screens in the reception area. both of you watch and she tries to get you to keep talking to her but you're interested in this because of course you are! there's a murderer in your city! basically piecing 2 and 2 together when the reporter says where the body was found. thrown in the river under a bridge that was exactly where rhiannon came from when you two were at the club with your coworkers... excusing yourself suddenly and rushing back to your desk and trying to make up reasons why it couldn't be rhiannon but it's just not working out...

you wake up to someone pounding ferociously on your front door. for a moment, you think it's just in your dream because you end up falling back asleep until you hear your neighbor yell out, "open the fuckin' door, you cretin!" you groan and try to wipe the sleep off your face as you shuffle to the door, wondering who could possibly be knocking at 3 am. when you open it, you wish it had just been all in a dream. rhiannon lewis stands there in her black raincoat looking cross and dangerous. her face is blank but you can see the harsh emotions in her eyes. "what are you doing here?" you gulp, thinking back to earlier this week when that murder popped up in the news. does she know you know? she must, you think, and now she's here to kill you. she pushes past your arm which blocked her from entering like it was nothing and instructs you to close the door. you follow immediately and stand up straight when you look back towards her like this was boot camp. she eyes you up and down and bounces slightly on her heels, a tiny grin forming on her face at how she can make you so scared. "why haven't you told anyone yet?" her accent comes out even stronger when she's mad, and somehow that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. "you know it's me." "i... i dunno." you lie. "bullshit," she catches on. she steps closer to you and you smush yourself back against the door like that's going to help you. a knife is pulled from her back pocket and it gleams in the moonlight coming in through your front door window. "i wanna know why before i kill you." "i guess... i wanna see if you can get away with it, i dunno," you confess, which is just half of the reason why you haven't snitched on her yet. "no one would suspect you, 'cept me, i guess, but it's the perfect twist."

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

So, I'm not a big fan of a lot of the mechanics in the Sims 4, but that's not to say I don't enjoy playing it! It's relaxing and fun.... But then shit like this happens:

So, Giorno is weirdly obsessed with my sim (not in love with him, just won't leave him alone)

I'm not sure if this is a glitch or normal, but even though Giorno doesn't have the keys to my house... he keeps breaking into my house in the middle of the night, breaking my laptops, breaking my toilets, singing, and constantly trying to talk to everyone in the household even though we need to sleep to get up for work the next day.

On top of that, he constantly calls me and I keep getting the pop ups, "Giorno wants to chat, will you answer?" I hit "no no no no no"

Do you want to know my breaking point? 😭

I had lost two hours of progress (I forgot to save, I usually save a lot and I also have multiple save files, but this time was different for some horrible reason)

My husbands Vanilla and Bel, and I were at the Romance Festival. We were having a wonderful time and hanging out. I wanted to grab some food since Bel had gotten the ramen. I also wanted a nice bowl of ramen, so I went over to the stand.

THE VERY SPLIT SECOND BEFORE THE CHOICE SCREEN CAME UP. I GOT A DIO FORSAKEN POP-UP OF GIORNO ASKING IF I WANT TO CHAT

So I clicked, "No" and guess what happened?!?!

The screen froze. It had that blue, unclickable haze, permanently etched into my screen. I couldn't do anything and I didn't even know what to look up in order to fix it 😔... So I ended my game and started all over.

I was pissed... And honestly, if he wasn't Giorno specifically, and he was just some random sim, I would've ended his life a long time ago 😡 but apparently even death doesn't stop these clingy Sims. Because even as a ghost, they will still call and text you from beyond the damn grave 😭 (which is one of the reasons I make sure to send them to the afterlife immediately, these ghosts can get annoying)

So yeah... Instead I used that master command center mod to go ahead and make Giorno forget I even existed so he'd stop freaking calling me every 5 seconds and at the worst times 😭

[crackers4jenn]

But what if I write a s15, post-finale "Changing Channels"-esque fic where Dean didn't die, Cas is back from the empty, and Gabriel gets bored and meddles a little, popping Dean and Cas into various fic/romcom tropes??? (a snippet behind the cut)

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The blare of a horn startles Dean awake, echoing in his ears long after the initial honk.

Still kinda drowsy at first, Dean notices, through the windshield, which should’ve been his first red flag, a stretch of road ahead, and then some taillights.

Immediately he’s hurled into panic mode.

“Shit, shit—”

He swerves onto the shoulder and slams on the brakes, his heart thumping hard enough he can feel his pulse in his neck. A light sweat breaks out across his forehead over what seems, now, like a close call.

Blindly grappling for the gear shift, he winds up missing; instead, his hand hits the dashboard of what definitely isn’t the Impala.

Dean's brain stutters offline for a second.

When it turns back on, he manages to put the car in park while fumbling for the door handle—too high, it’s in the wrong spot—he finds it and stumbles out of the car, nearly face-planting into asphalt in his hurry.

It’s dark out, that’s the first thing he notices. He finds himself, somehow, in the middle of a suburban neighborhood, the tree-lined, HOA kind, every house with an American flag staked in the lawn and pumpkins adorning the front stoops.

Mind racing, he tries to recall the last thing he remembers.

Eileen was over. They were at the bunker. Her and him and Sam and Cas were in the Deancave, watching a movie.

There was no hunt, no way he could’ve been caught and strung up by some djinn. He hasn't pissed off any witches lately. They were at home freaking relaxing, so how is he here?

Maybe they fell asleep? Maybe he's dreaming?

He closes his eyes, tries to wake himself up. Jittery, he shakes out his hands. Nothing happens, and he's drawing the line at a Wizard of Oz heel tap, so he gives up.

With sinking dread, the kind that comes with a lifelong history of being the cosmic mattress to a douchebag higher power, Dean starts for the car again—then stops dead in his tracks and does a full-on double-take: there’s a giant neon 'Pizza World' sign welded onto the roof, because, holy shit, it’s a pizza delivery car, he’d been driving a pizza delivery car.

Needle careening toward the red end of his freak-out meter, he drops back into the driver’s seat in a throat-drying, adrenaline-releasing rush, only then realizing with a groan—the pants he was wearing the last he remembered? The three layers of shirts, including flannel? His go-to? Yeah, not part of whatever bizarro world he woke up in. Now he's got on a black polo shirt with the Pizza World logo, and (worse) a pair of jean shorts that're riding way too high up his thighs for his liking.

How the hell did he miss this before?

Oh, right, probably from the shock of BEING HURTLED INTO SOME WEIRD ASS MINDFUCK.

He gropes for his phone in his back pocket and finds it there easily, so at least one thing’s still the same, never mind that he’s got denim riding up his ass right now, but when he swipes the thing on, there’s an unfamiliar map pulled up, coordinates already plugged in.

He frowns and taps the home key. And then taps again when nothing happens. Zero to pissed, his taps turn into rage pounding but the map app stays frozen on the screen. When he tries to force a restart, the phone won't turn off, which is when Dean accepts, fine. He has to play along. Cool.

Awesome. Nothing weird or messed up about that.

He starts driving.

Turns out, he’s basically already wherever he needs to go. He gets to the end of the road, takes a left, and the destination he’s being led to like a horse following an ominously dangled carrot is a two-story house smack in the middle of a cul-de-sac.

He rolls up the driveway with his high beams pointed at the garage, cutting lines in the dark. Just like every other house he passed, this one’s still decked out for Halloween, fake cobwebs strung from the rafters and a couple of plastic skeletons at the porch.

Now that he’s here, thinking alright, I played your stupid game, he tries his phone again. Nada.

With a sigh and some bullshit bravado mustered mostly out of frustration, he turns the car off and starts to get out. He winds up pausing, one foot on the ground, the other still in the car, to hook his hands over the frame of the door, taking a moment to look around for anything shady, his hunter instincts on high alert.

The wind rustles some trees, which blows loose a few stray leaves that drift to the gutter. Up the street, a car drives past, freakishly quiet because it’s one of them super silent electric ones.

Right, then.

He crosses the driveway, walking up the pathway that leads to the front door. The curtains in all the windows are drawn open. He cranes his neck trying to peek inside without making it obvious to the neighborhood crime watch that’s what he’s doing, but all he sees is a couch and TV and living room.

Reaching the door, he hesitates once more. Forms a fist to knock. Then decides, maybe he oughta be the one springing his presence onto someone, not being sprung on. He grabs the knob.

The door yanks open and Dean almost falls off the porch from surprise.

“Dean,” Cas says on an exhale so full of relief, it helps Dean process that it’s Cas in front of him, who looks like he’s almost sagging from the weight of his own appreciation. “You’re here.”

Dean shrugs his bravado back into place now that there’s a familiar face to tether himself to. Still, his knees nearly buckle at the sight of him, and he wonders vaguely about Sam, but doesn’t let himself think too hard about whether or not he's here, if he’s okay. If he goes down that road, there’s no getting off it.

Gruffly, he goes, “Yeah, and where the hell's that, exactly? Got any idea?”

“I don’t know. I woke up a few minutes ago, here, in this house, but when I tried to call you—”

He holds his phone out for Dean to see. His contact information is pulled up and when Cas hits the 'call' button in demonstration, there’s only dead air on the line. His finger covers the screen for a moment before he swipes to show Dean the text messages he’d been attempting.

Dean pulls his phone out too. What do you know, the map has disappeared, but when he brings up his own texts, there’s zip from Cas.

“I got nothing,” he tells him, at a loss.

"I tried Sam too. It didn't work."

Suddenly remembering the car, his freaking uniform, Dean asks, “Did you… order… pizza?” and doesn’t know what kinda answer he’s even expecting here, but he’s trying to figure out what sorta rules they’re following.

Cas's eyes narrow in confusion and then grow big, seeing Dean clearly for the first time, and not in a recognizable way. His gaze falls to the logo embroidered on Dean’s chest. “No, but—”

All of a sudden, some kid comes whizzing into view behind Cas, which is startling enough on its own, but then he stops to shoot Dean with a nerf gun. He aims for the crotch and absolutely nails the shot. Dean curls inward with an airy oof of pain as the kid bolts back off with a victory whoop and some sociopathic gusto.

“The hell,” Dean manages to squeeze past his lips, high-pitched and shell-shocked.

“You’re a pizza man?”

Cas says it like something’s beginning to fall into place for him. Less of a startled realization and more of a dreaded observation.

Dean breathes, “Yeah,” with a wince, trying to unfurl.

“I'm a babysitter,” Cas says disbelievingly. Another kid shyly inches into view, her arms wrapped tightly around one of Cas's legs as she reveals half her face only. Jesus, what the hell. “Apparently,” Cas adds, reaching down to pat the kid on the head in a reassuring way.

Dean’s crap when it comes to guessing kids' ages, he’s only ever had Sam and then Ben to go by, but he’s gonna clock the clinger as four and the nut-buster between the six to eight range.

Doesn’t clear up anything in the slightest.

“The hell,” Dean says again.

++

The boy’s running around like he dripped sugar straight from the bag into his veins. He zips past Dean and Cas with his gun pointed at them at all times, the kind that unloads multiple foam bullets at once, but he disappears into the dining room slash kitchen without firing, finding his glee in the way Dean flinches.

“Freak,” Dean murmurs.

Cas stares at him flatly, unimpressed with Dean making instant enemies with a child. The girl’s still suctioned to his legs like a frog on the side of a terrarium, peering up at Dean like he’s the thing hiding in her closet at night.

Yeah, yeah.

“So, what, we hang around, then, wait for mom and dad to get back? Play Candyland?” Before waiting for an answer, he shakes off the sarcasm and hisses, "This don't feel wrong to you?"

"No, Dean, it feels incredibly normal," Cas rolls out just as mockingly, sharper and more biting. "I often wake up clung to by random children in other people's homes—”

A foam bullet sails past their heads. Dean's freaked out enough his frustration bubbles over.

“Dude, Deliverance Jr., dial it back,” he bites out in the direction of the hyperactive blur. Something in his tone makes the lip of the little girl quiver, and that’s the only warning they get before she breaks into an eardrum-bursting wail.

“Dean,” Cas sighs. For a second he’s torn between his own annoyance and the weariness of needing to offer comfort. Because it’s Cas, the latter wins out and he softens.

“What? Kid's freaking her out,” Dean defends, throwing his shoulders in the direction of the other rugrat.

“Really? Because I think that might be you—”

Perfectly timed, another nerf bullet whines past, just barely missing Cas.

Dean's eyebrows climb high atop his forehead to gloat: you were saying?

Unwilling to step off the high road now that he’s there, Cas instead redirects his attention to the girl. Her cries have lowered in volume, now at a range still in 'giving it two more minutes before the neighbors call CPS,' but at least Dean can hear himself think.

Dropping into a crouch, Cas puts a hand on the girl's shoulder. “Everything is going to be alright, you don’t need to be afraid.”

The brother sure as hell knows his cue, he'll give him that: they hear the springy release of the trigger just seconds before a bullet thwacks Cas—with eerie precision—right at his temple.

Dean tries not to preen, settling instead to rock back on his heels, lifting a finger gleefully. “You, uh, got a little something—”

The bullet gives up its suction and drops to the floor.

Cas closes his eyes and breathes out through his nose.

Abruptly, everything around Dean and Cas but Dean and Cas themselves freezes with a time-bending pop. The girl turns silent and motionless, her head thrown back. And not figuratively, not in some bullshit 'it's like time stood still' metaphorical way. Literally. Even the tear that had been falling down her cheek is now paused in place, glistening wetly.

Cas slowly climbs to his feet, glancing over at Dean. There’s almost a crackle in the air, bringing with it a sense of foreboding.

“Cas…” Dean murmurs in alarm, ready to grab him by the collar and dip out of there fast if they need to.

“WOW, seriously?” booms a voice from the other side of the room, right next to the boy who was caught mid-attack with his gun aimed at his sister. Gabriel waves a hand in front of the kid’s suspended face, then grins, pleased with his work. “Hello, boys.”

Dean and Cas have barely wrapped up their 'what the actual hell?’ facial exchange before Cas is storming forward, fists clenched. “Gabriel,” he fumes.

Gabriel disappears with a smirk, only to reappear behind them, now with the sofa serving as a makeshift barricade.

“Ah-ah,” he scolds Cas.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead?” Dean turns around and blurts. Cas reappears at his side, swaying close enough their elbows brush. “Like, dead-dead.”

Gabriel places a hand over his heart in mock-offense. “Was, yeah.” His gaze sharpens. “And then Castiel happened.”

That all-to-well known, first feeling of betrayal starts to bubble up and stab Dean in the gut, the one that means Dean was left out of some really important shit, but one look at Cas squashes it dead. Cas's brow is folded together, just as confused as Dean is.

Gabriel's sigh is loud and full of suffering. “My untimely demise, the Empty, eternal slumber, et cetera-et cetera,” Gabriel ticks off with a roll of his eyes to catch them up, put out by it. Dean feels Cas tense. Protectiveness tears through him and he falls another inch closer to him. “Ringing any bells? Sure, never-ending unconsciousness has its appeal, don’t get me wrong. But Cas here showed up and things got LOUD.”

Cas is turning over his own memories. He's still frowning. “Jack—”

“Picked the locks, raised a little hell. Broke you free. Yeah, and left the doors wide open. Long enough, anyway,” he says with a boastful shrug of the shoulder to imply his escape was easy. His tone changes again. He jerks a finger between Dean and Cas. “What're we callin' him, by the way? My big brother’s half-human Nephilim son turned… dad, I guess, in the package of a barely pubescent boy-toy?” He makes a clicking noise. “Doesn’t really roll off the tongue, and 'God' feels—” His head wobbles back and forth like he’s coming up short, like it’s Jack’s fault for that. "Been there, done that."

Full of threat, Cas steps forward. No wings are visible, not with Cas officially one of the mud-monkeys, but there’s almost a ripple in the air like they’re there anyway.

Gabe swallows his words with a placating grin. “Going with 'Jack,' then.”

With a calmness he doesn’t feel, Dean reaches up and grips Cas's sleeve. Not to stop him, purely for the purpose of anchoring him.

It makes Gabriel’s smile grow until it’s uncomfortable to be in front of.

“Finally,” he says, huffing it out. “Funny thing, when you showed up,” he tells Cas. “All them bittersweet-nothings keeping you company night after night after night? Over and over, the will-they-why-freaking-won't-they, the drama,” Gabe recalls like even now it still pains him. “Buddyroll, we all caught the show. Your's,” he tells Cas pointedly, and something about it makes Cas squirm. “It woke us up, and it played EVERYWHERE. I’m talking full theater release, in IMAX.”

Dean glances over, not following along. “Cas?”

Ignoring him, Cas bites out, “What’s your point? Why are we here?”

“Gettin’ there,” Gabriel says. Feeling brave enough to leave the protection the couch offers, he swivels around, admiring the aesthetics. His gaze bounces from the jumbo flat screen TV—he whistles, impressed—to the family photos on the wall—that gets an apathetic headshake, like Gabriel's calling 'pass' on the hotness of the mom, or hell, the dad—before finally landing on the crying kid, still frozen mid-tantrum. He shudders.

“Gabriel,” Cas warns, past the point of tolerance.

“You, baby bro, are hella impatient." When Cas's glower intensifies, Gabriel pulls up defensive hands. "Just an observation. You have the self-restraint of a hurricane over Florida soil. You tell this shmuck shaped like a Bass Pro Shop you love him—” Dean gets gestured at in disgust, "—yet here I am peeking in two months post-miracle resurrection, two months post-the Truman Show you didn’t sign up for, and instead of busting you in flagrante delicto,” he purrs pervishly, “you’re 'two dudes in a hot tub five feet apart cause you’re not gay'?”

The reference goes clear over their heads, but the implication doesn’t.

Cas moves out of Dean's hold, almost embarrassed, but Dean’s too busy processing everything to notice, his brain working stupidly fast to put it all together.

The pizza guy.

The babysitter.

The freaking short shorts.

When he meets Gabriel’s playful gaze, his own is full of fury.

“You thought, what,” Dean starts roughly, “you'd zap us into porno land and we'd just start going at it?”

“Ding, ding, ding,” Gabriel calls out, pressing his finger to the tip of his nose. “Street-smart’s got it one.”

Cas isn’t connecting the same dots.

Dean seethes through his clenched jaw, “Dude, you’re the babysitter,” and tries like hell to keep the flames from licking up the side of his face, willing away the telltale flush of embarrassment.

All of a sudden, Cas gets it. His eyes widen in understanding and almost automatically drop to Dean's pretty damn bare legs. Just as quickly he snaps his attention elsewhere, looking at the wall, the ceiling, the door where, come to think of it, yeah, Dean wouldn’t mind bailing right about now.

“Cute,” Gabriel teases.

“Whatever this is,” Cas says, menacing once more, “you need to stop.”

“I could,” Gabriel agrees. And then he grins. “Or—”

He snaps his fingers.

[fixed-signs]

Marzana, Marzana

Marzana, Marzana - Chapter 3

Pairing: Josh x original female character

Warnings: drinking, drugs, depression, one mention of grief

Eventual pregnancy and angst, we got slow burn, we got fluff

Word count: 3k

Bzz-Bzz. 

Hadley’s phone chirped in her pocket. She was in the middle of positioning an inlay with precision tweezers. She ignored it.

Bzz-bzz. 

Bzz-Bzz.

She dropped the mother of pearl cutout on her work top.

Bzz-bzz

“Jesus, what?” She huffed, flipping up the magnifying glasses and digging in her pocket.

Bzz-bzz. 

There were several instagram notifications. Hadley opened her phone to see- an immediate blush rising to her face when a new notification popped up. She hadn’t checked Instagram since she got back from the trip. Hopefully she wasn’t being tagged in horrible photos from the party.

Bzz-bzz.

Bzz-bzz.

More instagram banners dropped down at the top of her phone screen.

Bzz-bzz.

She clicked the notification that opened up to about 20 of ‘SamfKiszka liked a post’. She went to his profile and began messaging. 

‘Sam, if you do not stop liking every single post I will block you lol’ 

The heart notifications stopped as three periods popped up in the chat. 

‘Excuse me, I’m only liking the guitar posts. And the animal ones.’

Hadley rolled her eyes and laughed. ‘So all of them.’ 

‘No.’

‘There was one with a weird plant that had flowers that looked like dicks’

‘Wow, a botanist.’ 

‘Lol’ 

‘Look, we just found a guitar in this random antique shop. Could you fix it………..by Christmas?’

Sam looked up at Josh who was gazing at himself in a small mirror. He pushed the sunglasses he was trying up his nose and spoke to Sam through the reflection. 

“What’d she say?” 

“Nothing yet.”

bzz-bzz. 

‘can I see it? What brand? How old? Deets kid’

“Here, she wants pictures.” Sam went to take photos of the acoustic guitar laid on top of a glass display case.

“No, no wait,” Josh picked it up and posed. 

Sam laughed as he grabbed a cowboy hat off a hook nearby and plopped it on Josh’s head. “You’re a star. More upper lip curl. Perfect perfect.”

Josh made made fake crowd cheering noises and dramatically strummed the guitar. It was so painfully out of tune. Sam snapped pic after pic, ending on one of Josh with his nose crinkled at the sound of ghastly strum. 

“And sent.” 

Josh put the guitar back down and went back to looking at the sunglasses, resisting the urge to look over his shoulder at Sam’s phone every 5 seconds. The two bobbed their heads to the oldies playing quietly over the speaker in the shop. Sam’s phone buzzed again and he chuckled. 

“That’s fair,” He began taking picture in detail of the guitar. 

“What’s she saying?” Josh swapped the cowboy hat off his head, placing it on Sam, and then trying a newsboy cap on himself. 

“She said she’d need it ASAP.” 

“We are in Nash again in a few days?” 

“Perfect,” Sam snapped and pointed a finger at Josh before typing away. 

*

Hadley slipped her phone in her back pocket and leaned against a work bench, smiling to herself. The dust floated like glitter down from the single paned windows that took up the upper third of the wall. 

The golden light was warm, but the silence seemed- too abundant.

Sara was going to say I told you so….Hadley had conveniently avoided telling her that she was actually messaging most of the guys— quite frequently.

*

“Ready?” Hadley asked, hands on Danny’s shoulders. 

Somehow there were about 10 miscommunications between everyone and that led to Danny, the security guard, and the drum tech making a bet that if Danny won a foot race Hadley could get in.

“1-2-3” He counted and then grunted as Hadley jumped on his back to piggy back, “Oh shit my drink.” 

“Here,” Hadley reached forward. 

They handed off the soda can, Danny’s arm wrapping around Hadley’s leg so she didn’t have to crush his waist supporting her own legs. The drum tech next to them was dead lifting a bass drum and had several symbols still in their cases slung over his shoulders. 

“And go!” The security guy shouted at them. Their lone whooping and hollering echoing down the hallway.

Her ribs immediately hurt from laughing and violently bouncing against Danny’s back. Hadley was starting to regret being so happy to see Danny, walking up to the doors, as she tried to call the guys- but he was beating out his drum tech. They passed Josh and Sam standing causally in the doorway of the greenroom. 

“Hey, hey, if you break my drummer!” Josh scolded in jest. 

“He’s the only Danny we have!” Sam added in.

The pair reached the end of the hall before it turned into a corner. Hadley slowly lowered herself off and Danny panted, but still held up a hand for a high five. 

“Good job!” 

“Let’s be honest, I really carried most of the weight here.” Hadley playfully hit his shoulder as they began to walk back down the hall. 

“Yeah…in dat ass.” Danny laughed and she let out an exaggerated gasp. “We are just in here.”

He silently motioned to the doorway the other boys were just standing in. Sam was jumping and buttoning up pants while shoeless; Josh was sitting in a chair eyes closed and gems being delicately placed on his cheek bones. Hadley was automatically drawn to the guitar case resting in the corner of the room. 

Sam stood up straight and sauntered over, pulling hair out from under his blazer’s collar, “Why didn’t you call one of us?” They hugged. 

“I did, but no one was answering.” She playfully glared at Sam. 

“Marzana, Marzana!” He drew out a thick new york style accent, “Dwahh, we were-a- we were prepping, preparing, meditating if you will.” Josh reasoned garnering a hand from the makeup artist on his chin to keep his face still while the gems were still being applied. 

“By meditating he means making drinks.” Danny said as he plopped down into a loveseat directly across from Josh. 

Hadley rolled her eyes, chuckled and ran her hands over the body of the acoustic guitar. It was old and needed some love. 

“Oh shit- do you want a drink?” Sam asked and tried to hand his beverage to her. 

“I’m good right now.”

There was quiet chattering and footsteps approaching. Hadley was intently looking at the cracking in the top-coating and ghosting her fingers over the missing inlays.

“Oh. Hi.” Were the first words that croaked out of Jake’s mouth. 

It caught her as off guard as much as the girl’s waist he had his arm around. She was glowing and warm and seemed to have a kind smile playing at the corner’s of her mouth- unlike Jake who had his lips in a pout and raised eyebrows to his hairline. Hadley tucked the guitar back into it’s green felt lined case. 

“Are you the guitar girl they keep talking about?” 

“Yes, that’s my full legal name actually.” 

The women shook hands and giving breathy chuckles. 

“Hadley.” 

“Jita.”

Jake seemed to be inching as far as he could into the doorframe and away from the scene playing in front of him. Hadley noticed and cocked an eyebrow in return at him. He cleared his throat and quickly darted in the room past her. 

“You know, I’ll take that drink.” Hadley muttered, but still gained a joyous shout from Sam. 

*

The women stood left of stage, gazing down from the balcony. A small entourage was herded up there before the show. It was an option to stand on the side of the stage, but with warning of past experiences from Jita, Hadley followed everyone. 

Hadley wanted to talk more to Jita, yet found a nervous jittery feeling in her throat waiting for the boys to take stage. They had been having an in depth conversation between sets about the idea of traditional lace weaving with discarded piano and guitar strings- now though Hadley was focused on her tapping foot and if she was taking too many sips of her drink too quickly.

Jita didn’t seem to notice or mind as she turned and started talking to the person on her other side. She stopped mid sentence to grab Hadley’s arm when a few fluttery piano notes played. Before Hadley could process it was followed by an earth rattling drum beat and the large curtain covering the stage falling down ceremoniously. 

Jita cheered and Hadley stood transfixed. The boys glittering and dancing joyously, being perfectly framed by fog and sparks from pyrotechnics. By the end of the first song Hadley couldn’t help but clap her hands excitedly and try to contain a smile. Everything was radiating off of them.

“Hey,” Hadley shouted over to Jita, “You wanna get closer?” 

“What?” She leaned in. 

“We should go to the pit!” 

“Oh my god, it’s been forever since I’ve been in the pit.” 

“Let’s do it!” 

*

The energy of the crowd only multiplied the closer and closer security led the two women to the barricade. Jita and Hadley had locked elbows in an attempted to not become too separated. What felt like immediately Josh made eye contact with her, then promptly walked over to Jake to whisper and point the two out. 

Hadley took a lung and gut filling inhale for what felt like the first time that night when the brothers gave identical smiles and little nods to each other. 

*

Josh sat in the green room, make up smudged at the corner of his eyes, his ears ringing, and in his street clothes. He could feel his hands vibrating and pulsing as he twirled a lone white rose. He bopped himself on the nose with it taking in the staunchly floral smell and looked down at the guitar case laying open on the vanity counter. 

There was a knock at the door, “Hurry up!” Sam belted  from the other side. 

Startled Josh stopped mulling on the gesture and put the rose in the guitar case, bloom nestled on the headstock and stem draped on the neck.

*

Hadley is gingerly tried to inch her drink towards herself, it’s way too full. The bar tender over poured the coke and it was foaming. She bent forward to sip off the extra- Hadley sputtered as the alcohol hit her. A little coats the back of her throat and starts to go up her nose.

“Hads, billiards partner?” Danny stepped next to her and held up two fingers to flag down the bartender. 

“Oh god did you just see that?” She coughed, now slightly nauseated. 

“Yeah…” He trails humorously.

“I’m so glad you’re a witness. Wait…did you just call it billiards?” Hadley’s nose crinkled and Danny chuckled. 

“Alright, pool."  

*

“You aren’t going to spill this on her?” Danny motions to the drink and Sam looks up from the crouched stance he’s in to break the rack. 

Sam flips him off and breaks, “You distracted me!” It’s loud clattering of pool balls, but they don’t spread far or wide across the green.

“I’m sure that’s what it was.” Danny quips back. 

Hadley sees Jake making her way over to the group as Danny takes his turn. 

“Thanks for being cool about all of this.” Jake blurts out, Danny gets another ball in and goes again. 

“We’re solids,” Danny announces before aiming for another shot. 

Hadley nods in acknowledgement and turning full concentration on Jake. His cheeks were red, a slight sheen of sweat was forming on his exposed collar bones, in fact, there was probably one button still buttoned on his shirt. He pushed his hat back and scratched at this forehead lazily, maybe nervously.

“Yeah,” Hadley leaned against the wall, twisting the stick in her hand on the bar floor, “It’s really nothing. She’s super cool.”

“Yeah, she is magnificent…we got back together shortly after we- you and I had our thing—“ 

“Yeah, yeah, you know. I get that. Sometimes you just need some space…You two look really happy. Jita seems just as chilled out, mysterious cool as you.” 

Jake laughs, a little flustered, “I’m mysterious-cool?” 

“Hush, she seems more fun than you for sure.” Hadley punches his arm and takes his hat. 

“Hadley your go.” Lindsey, Sam's partner, huffs defeatedly at no one in particular. 

“I want that hat back.” Jake says as he wanders back into the crowd, too drunk to care about how sweaty his post-show hair was. 

“HUSH” Hadley pushes herself off the wall, only to return seconds later after a terrible shot. 

She goes to stand back out of the way as Sam makes a spectacle of his shot by unnecessarily bring the cue behind his back and sitting an ass cheek on the table. 

Hadley’s newly found joy and exuberance was immediately struck down as Fast Car played. Something in her heart stung, an unbearable burn, she’s mute as everyone started in a low mumble singing along. Josh comes up behind Danny and holds him like it’s the Titanic bow kissing scene. Danny plays along stretching his arms out.

Josh shimmies over to Hadley. He puts an arm around her waist and grabs her hand. He starts doing a box step waltz while singing along to the song. She’s unwillingly robotic and he can feel her squeezing his hand hard. 

“You ok?” He looked softly at her. Searching and deep and only slightly knowing at the same time. 

“I-“ Hadley is caught off guard by the calm, unbroken eye contact. 

She’s interrupted by the room all sing shouting the chorus of the song. She simply shook her head ‘no’. Josh furrowed his brow seeing her swallow heavily and taking a hand off his shoulder to her throat.

“Outside?”  Josh shouts and plucks the sunglasses resting on the brim of the large black hat and places them on Hadley. 

He interlaces her fingers in hers and leads them outside. It gave Hadley some instant relief feeling so protected and disguised, thanks to him, as they moved through the crowd. The shock of the outside air caused her to feel more panic than before. Crisp sharp, hellfire burning, panic. 

“Who plays Fast Car at a party?” Hadley covered her choked weep with a chortle.  

Before she could finalize any conviction her joke everyone in the bar was singing the chorus loudly and it only got louder as a passer by exited. The singing spilling out into the night while the bar door slowly closed again.

“Party classic,” he took a sip of the beer he swiped off a table while they were weaving their way to the exit. “You know I really think it’s a shame they didn’t use it on any of the Fast and Furious movies.” 

Hadley let out an unexpectedly, however, genuine howl of a laugh. The corner of Josh’s mouth twitched to a triumphant grin. He slid the sunglasses off, painlessly untangling some hair off the arm and tucking it on the brim of her hat. He wordlessly offered the drink in his hand to her. Hadley shook head 'no' and stared at her feet.

“Hey, really, you ok?” 

Hadley shook her head ‘no’ again more vigorously, feeling the tears pooling on her lashes. Josh  had no pause, only pure instinct to engulf her into a hug. A strong pull they both felt and both leaned into, Hadley without a second thought. She began to shiver, finally feeling the fall air as her sweating panic subsided. 

“Just random stuff strikes the big old grief cord with me.” Hadley pulled away, wiping away the last tear and placing a hand on Josh’s chest; as if she could wipe away the small puddle of tears on the fabric as well, “Cheesy stuff like this song."

“I get it.”

“But I- auh- it doesn’t take much, really. I think You can Call me Al is the saddest song on Earth.” 

“It is!” Josh excitedly jumped back and clapped. 

Hadley sniffled and couldn’t contain her giggles as he began to sing random parts of the song and playing air bass. Josh gave a bow and took a swig of his beer. The two stood in front of each other, Josh gripped around her arm and Hadley rested her hand on his shoulder.

“I should go. It’s late.” 

“You’re driving? Are you good-“ 

“I’m fine. It didn’t plan to be out like this.” 

“You can crash with one of us, or- or we can get you a room-“

“Really it’s fine. It’s only half an hour drive this late in the night. No traffic.” 

“Ok- hey! Well you can’t just Irish goodbye everyone.” 

*

Hadley finds the group on the back patio smoking a joint, some half-heartedly bundled and the others too drunk to feel the cold. 

“Line up, line up! Roll call! Roll call!” Josh commands. 

First is Sam, Hadley makes him awkwardly kneel so she can kiss his noggin. Next was Danny who gave, quite literally, a bone crushing hug as he lifted her up. Lastly were Jake and Jita. Hadley gave Jita a one armed embrace and placed the felted hat on her head- she nabbed the sunglasses again and presented them to Jake. 

“To keep that mysterious coolness.” 

“Always icy.”

She turned to Josh, she suddenly felt a hesitation; Josh was as casual as ever. 

Josh rocked on his feet before pecking her cheek. “Text me when you get home.” 

*

On the ride home Fast Car played 7 times on repeat. Each repeat the volume was turned up and Hadley’s crying metamorphosed to a laughter deep within her gut. 

The street lights caught the glimmer of the silver latches to the guitar case now sitting in her back seat. 

[nitrocan813]

In the Kingdom of Far Far Away

(Partial history) The complete story you will find on my Patreon page from October 2th (GOLD membership)

INTRODUCTION - Nick and Ian were friends since middle school. Together they faced puberty. Nick 19 years old while Ian 18, they were watching the movie Sherek 2 (2004). That movie was really funny and among the Sherek movies maybe the best made. Nick: Ah here comes the part where they leave to go to the kingdom far far away, ahahah! "Are we there yet?....Are we there yet?" Ian: "This movie is definitely the best out of the 3 if you ask me." Nick: Exactly! I don't even count the fourth one! They did it just to get more money, how disgusting! I said smiling while keeping my eyes straight on the TV screen. Ian: "The third one too, that one was a straight up dumpster fire." Nick: True, at least there was still a bit of the orc essence, hahaha! After twenty minutes the purchase of Puss in Boots arrived. Nick: The scene of the cat, where he makes the big eyes, is perhaps the one that has had the most memes in history. Ian: "Definitely, definitely." Ian: "I actually never knew that Puss in Boots showed up in the Shrek movies first, I always thought it was a sort of cross over." Nick: In fact he never appeared in the first film but from the second onwards, bro don't you remember? While we were talking the film was going on and was coming to an end. Nick: Oh look what I got at the hardware store today, haha! It's a special gun, or so I've been told, it was cheap. Ian: "Oo sick. What does it do?" Nick: What's wrong? Is there a problem? It's for self-defense. Ian: "Well, you said it was a 'special' gun. What does that mean?" Nick: I've been told that it neutralizes dangerous people, in this case those who want to attack me, without even firing a bullet, meaning that I don't kill anyone with this weapon. The only strange thing is that the seller was happy to get rid of it. Ian: "Hm, weird." Nick: Mmm yeah but it doesn't matter, I'll rarely use it. The movie ended but before it ended we started singing the song "Livin' la vida loca". Nick: Woww! It's always nice to see it again. Ian: "This song goes hard." When the movie ended I was about to turn off the TV when a blinding beam of light appeared. Nick: What the hell!! Shit! A few seconds later some kind of digital vortex swallowed me and Ian inside the TV. Ian: "What the hell is happening?!" Nick: I don't know!

....

Ian starts to feel a little warm. Ian: I think... ARGH! He felt a sharp pain, this time not from his stomach but from his bones breaking. First, his broad shoulders grew outward, making them wider. Then his rib cage grew as well. Then his hips popped out. And the last thing was that his spine started to arch, making him go from 1.78 meters to 1.65 meters. Meanwhile his skin turned an ogre green color. It also made his butt and chest stick out. Ian: Uh yeah!! Ahh I feel weird but now I also feel less pain!

....

When he thought it was all over her clothes started to change into a dark green dress and simple low shoes.

....

Nick: I don't know! We certainly can't leave this pile of skin here! How do we get rid of it? I asked, not knowing what to do anymore. Fiona (Ian): "Whatever we do we need to do it quickly!" Nick: Oh shit... Nick approached Fairy Godmother's skin, which was on the floor Nick: Ok, now it's my turn, I'm going to become a fucking sixty-year-old fairy... gross. He took the skin and after lifting it, he opened it from behind. He slowly and carefully inserted his feet and legs. They immediately began to change shape. The fat concentrated on the thighs and butt, while the muscles weakened and the feet shrunk from a size 43 to a 37.

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[its-la-push]

Wrong Number

Word Count: 849

Request: Hi! I love your writing style! Could I perhaps request something? 👉🏽👈🏽 I would love something where Paul has imprinted on Leah’s friend but the female reader doesn’t know anything about the pack yet, but is friends with them. One day she sends a cute selfie of her in her new lingerie set she got to Paul on accident (she thought she was sending it to Leah) and captions it something like “look at this cute set i got! all i need is someone like paul to appreciate me in it 🥺” eeep, thank you either way, love!!

A/n: sorry this took so long babes! Schools been a total bitch lately

Leah’s POV:

It had been about a month since y/n had met my “friends”, or at least I told her that friendship was the farthest our bond extended with each other. The uncontrollable actions of Paul had been weighing on my mind today. What if she quits hanging out with me to go hangout with Paul? If they even get that close that is. I tried to slow my pace walking into Victoria’s Secret when I heard y/n’s heart rate increase as well as the speed of her footsteps. Sometimes I forget how fast I move my legs. “Oooo, I can’t wait to find some new sets. It's been so long since I’ve been in here.” Y/n stated clearly excited to look at the lingerie they had. We had agreed to split up so that we could get our shopping done faster, considering it was already 3 p.m. About 45 minutes later, I saw y/n standing in the checkout line waiting to pay for the pieces of lingerie she had in her hands. Once the woman at the checkout handed her the receipt, she scurried over to me with an excited look on her face.

“What’d you get?” I questioned her.

“Well I got a couple of regular bras and pairs of underwear, but I also got some other stuff that I’ll send you pictures of when I get home.” She replied.

Y/n’s POV:

I set my bags on my bedroom floor, quietly, in an attempt to not wake my mother up from her nap. My phone lit up with a message from Leah’s friend Paul, who I had met when he came over to her house to talk to her little brother about something.

“Paul: Hey how’s your day been?” The notification on my lockscreen read. I was planning on answering him right as another message from Leah had appeared above the notification Paul had triggered.

“Leah: Dude send me the pictures of the ‘other’ stuff you were talking about”

I set my phone on my nightstand so that my hands were free to undress and slip on the lingerie I had bought. I took one look in the mirror before I grabbed my phone and positioned myself on the bed in a way that would accentuate my features in the underwear. I opened my phone to the camera app and began trying out different angles before I finally found a good one. I snapped a couple photos then relaxed my muscles. The third photo I took seemed to pop out at me so I pressed and held on it until the menu came up with the “share” option. My phone automatically showed the people who I had recently texted as options to send the photo to. They said “Leah” “Paul” “Angela” “Mom” I hit the first one and typed a text to go with it, “This one’s my favorite, I just wish I had someone like Paul to appreciate me in it :(“. I hit the blue send button and waited for Leah’s reply. As my eyes scanned the screen I looked at the name at the top of the conversation and damn near shit my pants. The screen read “Paul” in thin white letters at the top.

Third person POV (Paul):

Paul sat his phone on Emily’s dining room table and waited patiently for a reply from y/n. The kitchen echoed with laughter and conversation as Paul’s phone interrupted with a *ding*. He grabbed it and entered in the passcode and proceeded to open his conversation with y/n. Paul’s eyes widened at the promiscuous photo that appeared on his screen. He read the caption below the photo and felt a wave of lust rush over him. “Hey guys I’m gonna head home I'm pretty tired.” he announced to the pack. Sam turned to face him before stating, “Okay don’t forget you have patrol next Sunday.” Paul quickly got into his car and drove home, eager to get a better look at the photo. He got home after a 15 minute drive and immediately headed to his bedroom. The broad man pulled down his jean shorts leaving him in just his boxers, also revealing his obvious hard-on. He took a photo of his clothed groin and contemplated on whether or not to send it to y/n. Paul thought it would be awkward if he didn’t, giving him even more of a reason to show off for his imprint. He inserted the photo into the conversation box with y/n and typed the caption, “how’s this for appreciation, princess?”

Y/N’s POV: I put my phone face down on my bed out of disbelief of what I had just done. Right in the middle of my overthinking episode, my phone dinged. I could physically feel my heart rate spike as I knew it was from Paul. I slowly picked up my phone only to reveal the hottest text message I had ever received in my life. I immediately typed back the only thought my brain could come up with, “Goddamn”

[nikirishimura]

issues.

summary: you’ve never seen your boyfriend lose his shit until now—you were in the middle of an argument when he suddenly grabbed you in between your legs. who’s to say you won’t try to get onto his bad side again?

pairing: jake sim x reader | jake sim x y/n

tags: fluff, smut, slight angst

warnings: 18+ content, read at your own discretion

you were dozing off again for the nth time this morning when you heard rustling sounds by the door of your apartment.

“i brought soup,” your boyfriend announced as he closed the door behind him. 

you were brought back to your senses as you tried to fight the hangover crippling back in.

“how are you feeling?” he asked while caressing your cheeks?

“awful.” you deadpanned, “i feel like my head’s being opened up, skull first then scalp.”

“well that’s not gory at all.” he answered with a straight face. after eliciting a giggle from you, he gave you a wink and got up. “stay here while i prepare your food.”

you shout him a thank you from inside your room.

as jake was unwrapping the takeouts in your kitchen, he tried to continue the conversation with you. “so.. how was the party last night?” “oh it was epic! couldn’t even recognize most of my high school classmates sober, imagine me trying to keep interactions with them high and drunk.” he laughed at your remark. a notification then pops up in your phone. “nice. they already posted the pictures.”

“let me see!” jake bids. you groaned, “i don’t want to get up.” “fine. i can look at it later.” he retorted. this made you roll your eyes, “stop being dramatic, go to my ig feed. it’s on my tags” you say.

just as he was about to bring the soup to your room, he quickly fished for his phone in his pocket to skim at your photos online. “hey, you looked really nice, baby.” he smiled. one more scroll and he was frozen in his spot. he sees you posing with one of your old classmates, a bit too touchy for his liking. it was park sunghoon, your long time high school sweetheart.

as much as he resented that photo, he couldn’t stop himself from staring. putting his phone down, he clenched his jaw and scoffed. he was hurt and extremely mad, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on what exactly made him infuriated. was it the way your back arched next to sunghoon. or how his hand was placed naturally on the back of your hips. or maybe the way your hands played on top of his shoulders while your eyes taunted the lens of the camera, faces inching towards each other.

“come here.” he demanded. his voice was low but stern.

“again, i don’t want to get up yet” you complained but complied anyway, still oblivious to your boyfriend’s growing jealousy.

the minute you stepped into your kitchen, you were immediately welcomed by an unimpressed look from jake.

“you whore” putting up his phone screen in your field of vision.

“excuse you?” you were clearly taken aback.

“you heard me. mind explaining this little show you put on last night?”

you went closer to him to grab the phone from his hands. “it’s a picture!” you exclaim.

“i don’t want you to caption the obvious, darling. i need you to tell me what this shit-show is about.” he tried to be unfazed but you can definitely hear the anger in him.

“i don’t need to tell you anything. you’re already looking at it. why are you reading so much from one photo? a group photo nonetheless!” you’re starting to get frustrated. taking the bowl from the kitchen island, you tried to walk away from the argument. 

“stop.” he commanded. you stop from your tracks and slammed the tray back onto the surface. “what?” as if almost shouting, letting out an exasperated sigh.

“don’t you dare turn your back on me while i’m still speaking.” not a shake in his voice nor a shrivel in his look

you face him once again, “who shit on your cereal this morning? why are acting so tight?” provoking him.

“it’s only a picture, yeah. sure. but i’m convinced that if you’re that confident to get clingy with another man in front of a camera, what more of a slut can you be off cam?”

letting out a sarcastic laugh, “ohh, you know how much of a slut i am. i even blew you yesterday in your office, remember? and i know how much you loved it. could barely even walk after that.” goading him some more.

“fuck you” was all he could mutter, he wanted to take it back as soon as he said it but it was obviously too late now. he didn’t want you to see the panic in his eyes, let alone his pride getting broken so he decided to just go with the pretense. 

“oh i know you will” you gave him a smirk then an emotionless expression after.

jake didn’t know what got to him but he wanted to assert his dominance, probably not in the relationship per se but at least in this exact moment. the both of you knew you were at the losing end. you can’t even remember that you took a photo with sunghoon, but you’re certain you didn’t do anything remotely to what jake was thinking despite being under the influence of alcohol and probably weed. without thinking much of it, he grabbed you by your cunt and pushed you to the side of the kitchen counter. getting a hold in between your legs, he didn’t even attempt to be gentle. no. he grabbed you, harsh and tight. your walls immediately clench, legs suddenly getting weaker. you whimpered under his touch and it was safe to say he enjoyed it too.

feeling your lips with his finger, he then moved his free hand down your neck and began to squeeze lightly. “i know you hate getting choked, but i hate getting jealous as well so let’s get even.”

he turned your body against the countertop so your back is now facing him. you can feel a slight bump hitting your ass but you didn’t mind. hand still on your clothed core, he made his way inside you by slipping his hand in your shorts and slightly getting more turned on when he realized you’re not wearing panties underneath. much to his surprise was your embarrassment as you can feel how wet you are already just by this gesture.

he found your clit pretty quickly and gave it a few circling motions before slowly fucking you with his digits. a loud moan left your mouth as he curled his fingers in your hole. pumping in and out several times more, you feel a familiar tightening just below your abdomen. jake felt your walls clenching around him tightly so he moved his hand faster and fucked you even harder until you’re out of breath and shaking uncontrollably. it didn’t take you long to reach your high. he helped you ease down from your orgasm by pumping his fingers a few more times while his thumb played with your clit once again.

once you were done, he removed his hand from you and headed to the sink to wash his hand. it was his passive-aggressive way of letting you know that he wasn’t done being petty. “you know, for someone who claims to be mad at me, you sure can’t help but satisfy my needs, still.” you laughed while adjusting your messy clothes. “maybe i’ll piss you now more often,” you resolved.

walking up to him, you placed your hand in between his legs. not breaking eye contact, your palm caressing his member ever so lightly. “next time you talk shit like that to me again, you won’t be getting any of this for a week. know who’s in charge.” you walked back to your room with a smirk slowly forming on your face.

“and one last thing,” you peek your head out the door, “be sure to reheat my soup before coming back to bed with me.”

unbelievable. jake thought to himself as he laughed and shook his head, heating up the pan to satisfy your needs once again.

a/n: im a newbie trying to write decent content in this platform. writing smut is really not my forte but these *lewd* thoughts about sim jake is really making me insane i just had to put them into words lmaooo

[atticuswritesstuff]

Sharing is Caring Katsuki Bakugo x Eijirou Kirishima x F!Reader

Summary: Bakugo decides to share his girlfriend with his best friend for a night

Warnings: NSFW, threesome, sneaky sex, overstimulation, degradation, praising, oral (male receiving), graphic sex, swearing, (dubcon?)

Word Count: 3k

Movie night was always looked forward to, especially when everyone had suffered through a long week of pro-hero training. You, however, were dreading this night, knowing what your boyfriend had planned. Before you left your dorm room, you sent Bakugo a picture of the dress he asked you to wear, a message alongside it.

"You sure about this?"

His response was instant.

"Yes, you look beautiful."

You sighed, unsure if you really wanted to go through with it. While your mind was unsure, your body was telling you otherwise with a familiar pang in your lower abdomen along with a growing wet spot in your panties.

I almost forgot!

You slipped your panties off, discarding them in your dirty clothes hamper before grabbing your blanket and heading off to Bakugo's room.

Your heart was pounding as you walked to Bakugo's room. You felt so exposed with no panties on, especially given you were wearing a dress that just barely reached mid-thigh. Thankfully, it was common to bring your own blanket at movie night, so no one would question it.

Approaching Bakugo's door, you happily let yourself in before closing the door behind you. Only Bakugo and Kirishima so far, sitting on his bed against the adjacent wall, but you had already guessed Kirishima was there given they were besties.

"Hi guys," You chirped, taking your shoes off at the door.

"Hey kid," Kirishima greeted, "We can't decide, scary movie or rom-com?"

"Scary," you replied, crawling onto the bed in between him and Kirishima, "I don't really like rom-com movies."

"Alright," Kirishima replied, leaving the bed so he could set up the DVD player.

As soon as Kirishima's head was turned, Bakugo pulled you onto his lap, your back against the headboard as you sat adjacent to his body. You unfolded the thin blanket, draping over you both yours and Bakugo's legs. His hand immediately found its way to your inner thigh, pushing up your dress, resting his hand at mid-thigh level.

And so it begins.

Kirishima popped the CD into the DVD player, rejoining you on the bed, "Thanks for bringing a blanket, I didn't get a chance to go to my dorm and grab mine!"

You mentally cursed him as he moved to sit next to you two, lifting up your legs and putting them on his lap so he could sit right next to Bakugo.

Suddenly, the door opened and Mina and Sero came in simultaneously. You exchanged greetings before watching as they sat on the floor in front of Bakugo's bed.

Thank God.

Denki and Jiro arrived shortly thereafter, cutting the lights as the movie started. Snacks were passed around, blankets and spots were fought over. Ultimately, everyone else sat on the floor, leaving the three of you on the bed. Meanwhile, Bakugo's thumb rubbing up and down over your slit was driving you insane.

Everyone quieted down rather quickly as the movie started, thankfully, you'd chosen horror knowing people would be too enveloped in the screams and jumpscares in case you happened to make any noise.

Your focus, however, was entirely on Bakugo. Where his hands were, his erection poking your leg through his pants, even his heartrate. When the movie started to get a bit louder, Bakugo slid his hand up further, now pressing directly against your sex.

You rested your head against his shoulder, turning your attention towards the movie, you knew you would have to have an easy way to hide your face if he made you too flustered.

Quickly thinking, Bakugo brought his arm around you and pulled you closer, making it look like you were simply being held in his lap. He decided to begin his plan as the first jumpscare blared through the speakers.

Pushing your thighs open slightly, Bakugo started swirling his middle and ring finger around your clit, barely adding any pressure in order to tease you.

You bit your lip, trying to subtly spread your legs further. You were frustrated with Kirishima for putting your legs on his lap and practically sitting on Bakugo with you, but there was nothing you could do about it now.

As Bakugo added pressure to your clit, he watched from his peripherals as your eyes fluttered shut, your face nestling into his neck. After surveying his friends, he subtly tapped Kirishima with his elbow, letting him know it was clear to move.

Bakugo brought two damp fingers to your lips, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him while you cleaned them with your mouth.

Instead, your attention was brought to Kirishima side-eyeing you, only then did you realize you felt another hand creeping up your thigh. There was no way this one was Bakugo's, you could feel both of his hands in relation to each other, this was definitely Kirishima.

This wasn't part of the plan.

You held eye contact with Kirishima as he started rubbing his fingers in a circular motion around your clit. Kirishima found it wildly amusing that you looked at him with desperation as soon as he touched you as if you'd already accepted the pleasure he was giving you. Not that he could really tell with Bakugo's fingers down your throat.

In your mind, Kirishima touching you while Bakugo just watched was frustratingly hot. However, both of them stopping simultaneously as Jiro got up to use the bathroom, annoying the hell out of all three of you.

Kirishima took this as an opportunity to move spots from against the wall with Bakugo, sitting against the headboard next to you, getting under the blanket and draping his legs over Bakugo's in the same fashion.

"Yo anyone got a spare blanket they're not using?" Kiri asked the group, “Bakugo is hogging all the blanket up here.”

"Here, you can have mine," Sero laughed, happily handing over his blanket and re-covering himself with part of Mina's blanket.

"Thanks, bro," He replied.

Sero's blanket was thick and fluffy, meaning Kirishima could cover you three a bit better. He was able to cover his legs as well as build a wall of blanket that hid his hand making its way under your dress again.

Bakugo caught on to what Kiri was doing, pulling your dress up and exposing your pussy to the both of them as they pried your thighs open under the blanket.

You felt a heavy blush setting in all over your neck and chest as Kirishima started nonchalantly fingering you, his head turned towards the screen. Bakugo rubbed his hand up and down your inner thigh soothingly, enjoying watching his best friend finger fucking his girlfriend. The sight alone made his cock twitch.

You could feel yourself creating a wet spot on Bakugo's sweats as Kirishima's fingers scissored inside you. You had to tuck your head into Bakugo's neck, letting out your quiet moans and whimpers directly into his ear so he could hear how good Kirishima was making you feel.

Hearing Jiro come back, Kirishima covered his hand and your exposed pussy with Sero's blanket, waiting for her to settle in before uncovering you again. Bakugo took this bit of privacy as an opportunity to subtly pull his sweats down, guiding your hand to his hard cock.

You looked around at the group before wrapping your hand around it, slowly jerking him off as Kiri pumped his fingers into you at a sickeningly fast pace. Your other hand rested on Kirishima's wrist, squeezing to let him know how good he was making you feel. You were just surprised no one could hear the squelching sounds of your pussy over the movie.

As you started to pump Bakugo's cock, Kirishima's ministrations quickened, this time curling his fingers inside you. As you moaned softly into Bakugo's ear, your legs started to tremble. Your grip on Kiri's wrist tightened, signaling you were close.

Bakugo joined in on pleasing you, rubbing your clit as Kiri fingered you. Within seconds, you were biting down on Bakugo's neck as you came, your pussy gushing all over their hands and Bakugo's sweats as your legs shook uncontrollably. Your pelvis rutted against their hands as you rode out your high, finally going limp against Bakugo when it was over.

"Shit," You heard Bakugo's voice barely even coming out as a whisper for fear of being caught, "I need to be inside you."

Hooking his arm under your thighs, he lifted you up just enough for Kirishima to help guide his cock into you.

It took everything in you to not moan out loud, you were shaking harder from the overstimulation. Bakugo's cock stretching you and filling you up was enough to cause tears to stream down your cheeks, you were whimpering in his ear a bit louder now.

Kirishima pulled your thighs open once more, watching as Bakugo's cock twitched inside you. His own erection was straining against his boxers, thankful he had two blankets to hide it, he started rubbing your clit once more. This time, a lot more slowly than previously, matching the motion as he palmed himself under the blanket.

Bakugo wanted so badly to fuck your warm little cunt, Kirishima wasn't helping either. Rubbing your clit was causing your walls to flutter around his cock, soft moans and whimpers escaping your lips just for him to hear.

Tapping Kirishima's arm briefly, grabbing his attention, Bakugo mouthed something wicked to him:

"Make her cum again."

Kirishima grinned wildly, understanding immediately increasing the pressure and speed that he rubbed your clit.

You started shaking almost immediately, you tried to ignore Bakugo's cock throbbing inside you as Kiri abused your sopping cunt. You were sobbing silently at the overstimulation, shaking and sniffling into Bakugo as they continued to please you.

Bakugo pulled the thin blanket up around the two of you, tucking it around you so he could pull the front of your dress down. His hand snaked into your bra, roughly groping your breasts, alternating between the two of them respectively.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum!" You whispered harshly in Bakugo's ear.

His hand flew to your mouth as your walls tightened around him, you were fighting your own hips as they bucked against Kirishima's fingers, trying to get away from the deadly assault on your clit.

To no avail, you took every ounce of pleasure Kiri gave you, cumming around Bakugo's cock, your cunt throbbing around his cock as your entire body tensed up.

"Good job, princess," Kirishima praised in your ear, licking your mess off his fingers, "I wonder how many times you can cum before the movie is over."

Bakugo grabbed your jaw, forcing you into a searing kiss, "Let's find out, shall we?"

--

In the span of an hour, Kirishima and Bakugo made you cum six times.

The first three were from Kirishima rubbing your clit, Bakugo's cock throbbing and twitching inside you while you suffered at the mercy of Kirishima's fingers.

The next two were from Bakugo playing with your clit as Kirishima groped your breasts roughly, and the final one from Bakugo guiding your hips to roll against his cock, grinding while he was deep inside you, Kirishima returning to rubbing your clit as you helped overstimulate yourself.

To say you were sobbing was an understatement. You were an absolute wreck. Each orgasm made it harder and harder to keep quiet, you wondered how the hell no one noticed.

As the screen slowly started to fade to black, Bakugo pulled the blanket up around the both of you again, resting his head on yours to pretend he'd fallen asleep. Your face was tucked into his neck, not even visible to the others. However, that didn't stop him from slowly rubbing your cunt under the blanket.

"That movie was really scary, "Denki complained loudly.

"Shh," Kirishima hushed, pointing at the two of you, "You don't wanna wake them."

You heard a few giggles and whispers as your friends cleaned up their blankets. Kirishima handed Sero his blanket back, telling the group he was gonna stay and hang out with the two of you, it didn't quite make sense to them, but they didn't protest.

You started to shake against Bakugo again, enjoying his warmth as you felt the exhaustion from your orgasms hit you like a train.

Kirishima shooed the group out of the room, quietly closing the door behind them, "They're gone."

Bakugo wasted no time pulling the blanket off of both of you, lifting you off his cock, and setting you in the middle of the bed.

"Fuck!" You groaned at the loss of his cock. You weren't able to hold yourself up well, "I literally hate you both."

They just chuckled at you, pulling their own clothes off, "And since when did Kirishima become a part of this?"

"Bakugo asked me to help relieve some of your stress," Kiri said cockily, "How could I say no?"

You scoffed, pulling your dress off to join the two naked men. Kirishima sat in front of you, beckoning you to come to suck his cock, "You gonna fuck her first?"

"Of course I am," Bakugo scowled, waiting for you to start sucking Kirishima's cock, "I've been waiting for an hour and a half."

As soon as you were on your knees, bent over with his cock in your mouth, Bakugo bottomed out, setting a rough pace.

"Fuck, I've been waiting all night for this," He groaned, "Waiting for the moment I can finally pound your wet little cunt."

His thrusts rocked you so hard you didn't have to put any effort into sucking Kiri's cock, not that it mattered, your head was being bobbed up and down his cock for you.

"God I love making her into a cock drunk little slut," Bakugo groaned, his hands bruising your hips, "Taking two cocks like such a good girl, aren't you baby?"

You weakly moaned around Kirishima's cock, only hearing half of what he said.

"You're doing so well," Kirishima moaned, placing one hand on top of your head, the other cupping your chin so he could fuck your mouth, "Fuck Y/n, I love this mouth of yours."

You went limp, letting them chase their highs as they used you. You didn't even try to stop your coming orgasms as Bakugo's cock brushed over your g-spot. You came twice in the span of a few minutes as Bakugo fucked you.

"Can I fuck her?" Kirishima asked shyly.

"Hmm," Bakugo pretended to think about it, "What do you think baby, do you want Kirishima to pound your little cunt?"

You nodded and moaned Kiri's cock still deep in your mouth. He pulled you off with a pop, pulling your face to his so he could kiss you passionately.

Bakugo pulled out of you to switch with Kirishima, missing the warmth of your pussy. You were guided to the end of Bakugo's bed so he could stand and fuck your mouth.

Kirishima slowly entered your pussy, wanted to enjoy every inch filling you up. Bakugo, however, pulled you down onto his cock instantly, hitting the back of your throat as you gagged. You could taste your cum on his cock as he came, hardly lasting as your tongue swirled around his tip, massaging his balls. He caressed your cheek as you swallowed his cum, holding his gaze. Your eyes were puffy and red from crying, but he adored you all the same.

Kirishima started pounding into you at an ungodly pace, you went limp, laying your chest on the bed so he could finish. You let him use you like a toy, thoroughly pounding you. Bakugo came up beside him, his hand trailing underneath you to rub your clit. Between Kirishima's cock, Bakugo's hand, and the fact that you'd cum more than just a few times, you were practically screaming into the sheets.

"One more time baby, cum for us one more time," Bakugo purred.

His words pushed you farther, you fell over the edge seconds later, clenching around Kirishima's cock as you squirted all over him and Bakugo's bed. Even with you being face down, they could hear your screams and cries as you shook. Kirishima finally reached his high from your pussy spasming around his dick, pulling out and cumming on your back as your orgasm ended.

Bakugo scooped up his discarded shirt, quickly cleaning up and scooping you up bridal style. He sat on the end of the bed and held you in his lap, petting your hair and soothing your cries and hiccups. He knew they thoroughly overstimulated you, and you enjoyed every second of it.

"Hey Kiri, mind getting dressed and finding us some water?" Bakugo asked quietly.

"Yeah, no problem bro just give me a sec." He was panting but quickly pulled on his clothes so he could venture out to find some water.

Bakugo held you tighter, rocking back and forth to soothe your aching body, "You did so good princess, so good."

You hummed weakly, "This was fun."

"It really was, shitty hair seemed to have fun, too," he confirmed, glancing at Kiri as he grinned stupidly, "You better thank her, we put her through heaven and hell all in one night."

Before leaving, Kiri left a kiss on your forehead, "Thank you for an amazing night, Y/n."

"No problem Kiri." You said quietly, feeling hazy in Bakugo's arms.

When Kirishima left, Bakugo carried you into the bed. Pulling the comforter back, he laid on his back as you laid on his chest, already passed out.

Kirishima came back with cold bottles of water minutes later, seeing how you already fell asleep, he left them on the desk, "I'll get out of your hair."

"No, stay," Bakugo demanded, pointed at your sleeping form, "You can be the big spoon."

Kirishima chuckled, turning off the lights and making his way to the bed. He snuggled up to you, wrapping his arm around your sleeping form to spoon you.

"Goodnight, shitty hair." Bakugo hummed.

"And goodnight to you too, Bakugo." He replied.